His Sin

Chapter Three: By The River Bank

Fiona POV

The walk to the riverbank felt like a walk to the gallows. Every snap of a twig made me jump, convinced my father was behind me with his Bible and his belt. But as the sound of the running water grew louder, my fear shifted. It wasn’t fear of being caught anymore; it was fear of him.

I saw him before he saw me. He was leaning against a willow tree, he looked peaceful- just existing and free.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come”

“Well I did, sorry I’m late I had to wait for my mum to fall asleep” he stood up walking towards me, I stepped back but he kept coming closer. My back hit a tree, and Theo caged me, his hands resting on my hips.

His hands came to my blouse undoing the buttons.

He unbuttoned every single button till the top of my breasts was on full display. He then proceeded to remove my hair from my neat bun and let it loose.

“You’re beautiful Fiona” he whispered

“Thank you” my heart was hammering loudly in my chest. Theo wrapped his hand around my throat softly applying pressure but not enough to stop me from breathing.

I moaned softly, “ah bad girl you like my hand on your throat?” he asks and I nod.

“I wonder if your father would be okay with this, hmm?” his head comes down to my neck peppering kisses on my neck.

His other hand wrapped around my waist tighter pulling me closer to him. “f**k you smell so good” he groans. I moan when he finds a spot behind my ear and sucks on it.

“Ah found a sweet spot” he chuckles while his thumb draws circles on my waist.

He pulls away from my neck, his thumb traces my bottom lip as he slowly slips it into my mouth.

“Suck” I nod sucking on his thumb.

I look up at him and he groans. “f**k don't look at me like that”.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to f**k the s**t out of you” he says. My face goes hot again.

“You’re so unfiltered” I blush.

“Shh you like it pretty girl” I had to admit what he did to me was very nice, I liked it a bit too much.

“I think I did” I giggled.

“I know you did”

His gaze dropped to my lips. “Why do you keep staring at my lips?”

“I want to kiss you” he said bluntly.

“Why don’t you?”

“If I start I can’t stop Fiona”.

“Oh, I’ve sinned” I said looking down.

“How?”

“My father says women are not meant to have physical contact with a man they are not married to or won’t marry”

“Who says I can’t marry you love?” He asks stroking my cheek.

“You said you can’t marry a girl from our town” I frowned.

“Why did you touch me when you don’t have plans to marry me” Now I was mad.

“No Fiona it’s not like that” he tried to hold me but I pushed him away. He held my wrist to stop me from pushing him away.

“You said it yourself! I’m a w***e. My father is going to be so disappointed in me”

“You are not a w***e okay?!”

"Get your hands off me!" I screamed, the sound echoing off the water. My chest was heaving, my blouse still hanging open, exposing the very skin he had just been worshiping. The shame hit me like a physical wave. "You come back here with your city clothes and your city lies, thinking you can just play with me because I’m some bored country girl? I am not a toy, Theo!"

"Fiona, listen to me—"

"No! You listen!" I poked a finger into his hard chest, tears blurring my vision. "You don't want to marry a girl from this town. You said it. This place is a 'graveyard' to you. So what am I? Just a way to pass the time until your mother gets better? Go back to the city! Go back to your high-maintenance girls who don't care about what anyone says! Just leave me alone!"

Theo stood there, his jaw clenched. For a second, I saw a flash of genuine hurt in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by that cold, calculating stare he wore so well. He stepped back, raising his hands in a mock gesture of surrender.

"Fine," he rasped, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low tone. "Run back to your daddy. Go back to your cage." He paused, his gaze dropping to my collarbone, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But just so you know... my marks look good on you, Little girl. It’s a shame you have to hide them."

"What marks?" I whispered, my heart stopping.

He didn't answer. He just turned and disappeared into the shadows of the trees without looking back.

I scrambled to the edge of the river, kneeling in the mud as I looked at my reflection in the dark, glass-like water. I let out a strangled gasp, my hand flying to my neck. Right there, right where he had sucked on my skin, was a deep, purple bruise. A hickey.

"Oh no," I whimpered, frantically rubbing at it with my sleeve. "No, no, no. Theo, you i***t!" It wouldn't come off. It was dark, angry, and screamed to the world exactly what I had been doing at five in the evening. My father would kill me. He wouldn't just be disappointed; he would cast me out.

I fumbled with my buttons, my shaking fingers barely able to close them. I had to get home. I had to find makeup. I had to find a way to cover the mark.

As I passed Sarah’s porch, I heard giggling. I froze, ducking behind a large oak tree.

"I'm telling you, he's a god," a girl’s voice boasted. I recognized it—it was Clara, one of the girls from the choir who always acted like she was too good for everyone.

"You actually went home with him?" another girl whispered.

"Better," Clara bragged, tossing her hair back. "He told me he missed having a real woman after being back in this boring town. We made love for three hours. And girls... let's just say his reputation is true. His c**k is... well, it’s the most impressive thing I've ever seen. He said I'm the only thing keeping him sane in this hellhole." Clara laughed and the other girls followed suit giggling and hyping her.

I felt like a fool and went home, He hadn't just marked me. He was marking the whole town. I wasn't special. I was just another toy in his sick game.