His Sin

Chapter Five: Dirty Little Girl

Fiona POV

I sat on the edge of my bed, the silver hair ribbon clutched so tightly in my hand that the fabric dug into my palm. My father’s heavy footsteps had finally stopped pacing in the hallway, and the house had fallen into a suffocating silence.

“He’s a god... made love for three hours... the only thing keeping him sane.” Clara’s voice played on a loop in my head like a scratched record.

I stood up, my mind made up. I couldn't stay in this room. I couldn't sit here and wait for my father to "discuss" my future in the morning. If I was going to be ruined, I was going to do it on my own terms.

I grabbed a dark hoodie to cover my blonde hair and the mark on my neck. I fumbled with my window lock, as the wood creaked under my feet.

The walk took twenty minutes, every shadow looking like my father’s silhouette and I was scared for my life.

I knew where he was. Pastor Thomas’s old guest house—a small, stone cottage at the edge of the church property. He was always there.

When I reached the cottage, a single light was flickering inside. I didn't knock. I didn't pause. I pushed the door open, and the door creaked.

Theo was there. He wasn't with Clara. He wasn't partying. He was sitting on the edge of a sofa, a wrench in his hand, and parts of an engine scattered across a greasy rag on the floor. He looked up, his eyes widening in genuine shock.

"Fiona?" he stood up, his tall frame nearly hitting the low ceiling. "What are you doing? If your father finds out you’re here—"

"Is she better than me?" I blurted out, my voice cracking. I marched into the center of the room, my heart ready to explode. "Is Clara that much better? Is that why you went to her after you finished with me at the river?"

Theo dropped the wrench. “What the hell are you talking about?"

"She told the whole choir, Theo! She said you were together for hours. She said..." I choked on my words, the thought of them together made me feel sick.

Theo took three long strides until he was standing directly in front of me. He didn't look guilty. I searched his eyes for guilt or something but I saw pure anger, He looked furious. He reached out, his large hands gripping my shoulders, forcing me to look at him.

“I haven't seen Clara since the day I left love, I was hoping you would understand I'm not that type of guy. I only have eyes for you baby”

I blushed at the pet name. "She... she lied?" I whispered.

"She lied," he confirmed, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw.

The rage that had been fueling me suddenly vanished, replaced by a crushing wave of embarrassment. I had risked everything—my reputation, my relationship with my father, my safety—all because of a choir girl’s gossip.

"I... I'm so sorry," I breathed, looking down at his chest. "I let my feelings get ahead of me. I was just so angry, and I felt so small, and I—"

"Stop," Theo interrupted. He hooked a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "That's not the kind of apology I want, pretty girl”.

My breath hitched. . "What do you want, then?"

Theo leaned down, his lips mere inches from mine. I could smell the faint scent of motor oil and cinnamon and that scent that was uniquely him.

"Kiss me," he whispered. "Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me like you're not afraid of me."

“Ive never kissed anyone Theo” I admitted shyly.

“I know love” he hummed cupping my cheeks with his palms and stroking my chin.

“Do you want to? I won't pressure you to do something you don't want to do” he assures me resting his forehead on mine. We were so close.

I could feel his heart beating wildly and I'm sure he could feel mine.

“I feel funny” I admitted.

“Where?” he asks

“Between my legs” I reply and he chuckles.

“That’s normal love, it means you're aroused”

“What does aroused mean?”

“You want someone to touch you for that feeling to go away” he whispered in my ear.

“I want you to touch me” I breathed steadying myself by gripping his shoulders.

“Are you sure?” I nod.

“Words baby, I need words”

“Yes”

“That’s my girl” he says and I blush.

Without warning he lifts me by my ass and sits on the lounge chair with me on top of him straddling him. His hands go to my ass kneading it.

That aching feeling comes back and I feel it in my core, I start rocking my hips back and forth till he uses his hands to stop me by holding me still.

“Dirty little girl, what were you doing huh?” he asks before squeezing my ass and smacking it.

I wince “it felt good”.

“You’re horny baby aren't you?”

“Mmhm” I moan not really hearing anything at this point.

“If you promise to keep quiet I can give you something”.

“I’ll stay quiet I promise”.

“Trust me?” Theo asks.

“Always”

Theo flips me over and gets down on his knees. Theo being on his knees for me makes me feel hot.

“Can I?” he asks-his fingers hooked in the band of my underwear as he spreads my legs.

“Yes-but Theo what are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m about to give you a f*****g orgasm that’s what, it’s gonna feel so good baby”

He slowly takes off my panties. Now I’m naked before this man eyeing my p***y like it’s the best thing he has ever seen.

“You’re so f*****g wet baby, all for me yeah?” He asks running his fingers along my inner thigh.

“Please touch me” I moan. “Please Theo”.

“Since you want it so badly…”