Page 120 of Two Sides of Sin

I scanned the options, my eyes instantly locking onto a skimpy, black and white French maid outfit complete with a feather duster. I reached out and tapped the cardboard packaging with my index finger.

“How about this one?” I suggested, throwing a straight faced glance her way.

Sage slapped my hand away from the rack. “Ew, no!” she laughed, her cheeks flushing. “Absolutely not.”

She stepped past me, dragging her hands over a row of packaged costumes until she stopped, pulling a silver hanger from the rack.

It was a striking, ethereal angel costume—a structured corset of ribbon, white satin and a pair of feathered wings that looked soft enough to be real. It was concerningly short, the hem barely grazing the tops of her thighs, leaving her legs looking long and exposed.

But it was the customisation of the corset that stopped me in my tracks. Dark, thick, fake blood soaked the centre of the white corset, blooming outwards in a wet, crimson circle. Right over her heart, the fabric had been expertly shredded to reveal a gruesome, realistic fake stab wound, as if she had been murdered mid flight to heaven.

It fit her aesthetic perfectly, but the sight of that “wound” over her heartbeat momentarily stunned me.

She turned around, holding the corset up against her body.

“I like this one,” she declared, a playful smile curving her lips as she looked up at me through her dark lashes. It was the exact, heavy, fuck me look that I loved so much, the one that made my blood run hot. “Since I’m just an innocent little angel.”

I let out a dark, quiet laugh, my eyes dropping down the length of her body before dragging back up to her perfect face.

“If you say so,” I teased. The words were thick, heavy with the dark reality of what I was going to do to her tonight—of how I was going to strip that innocence away, piece by piece.

She rolled her eyes, laughing as she playfully shoved my shoulder. We grabbed a few oversized bags of lollies and other snacks from the front display—a mix of chocolate, popcorn and sour gummies she insisted were mandatory—and made our way over to the massive line at the registers.

Standing behind her, watching her chat excitedly about horror movie marathons while we waited to pay, the cold, creeping dread from the car ride vanished. I wrapped my arm securely around her waist from behind, resting my chin on the top of her head, content to just be her anchor in the middle of the chaos.

Once we were back out in the car park, we loaded the bags into the boot. The moment the passenger door clicked shut and we were isolated inside the cabin of the car, the playfulness from the store vanished, replaced instantly by a thick, heavy tension. I didn't start the engine yet, instead I turned in my seat, my gaze shifting down to where her thighs met.

"Spread your legs," I commanded her.

Sage blinked, her breath catching as a flush crept up her neck. "Julian? What are you doing?"

"Just do as you're told, Sage."

She swallowed hard, her fingers curling tightly into the sides of the car seat, the authority in my tone left no room for argument. Shifting slightly, she slowly parted her thighs.

I reached across the console, my hand sliding effortlessly up the smooth skin of her inner thigh until my fingers hooked beneath the delicate edge of her underwear. With a flick of my wrist, I snapped the elastic band of her lace thong against her skin, the tiny sound echoing in the quiet car.

"Now take these off," I told her.

Her eyes darted frantically out the window, scanning the rows of parked cars and the casual shoppers pushing trolleys past. "Julian, stop... someone will see us," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.

"I don’t care," I told her, "If anyone looks, I'll rip their fucking eyes out."

The threat hit her and I could see the exact moment the danger of it turned her on.

Without another word of protest, she lifted her hips, her trembling fingers hooking into the lace and sliding the underwear down her legs until they were completely discarded.

I took them from her hands. Bringing the fabric to my face, I slowly licked the damp, sweet heat coating the crotch, my eyes locked onto hers the entire time, watching her completely unhinge under my gaze.

Before she could speak, I reached over and popped open the centre console, pulling out another small bundle of fabric. It took her a moment to figure out what I was doing as I leaned over her lap, but as the new fabric brushed against her bare skin, she realised I was replacing the underwear she’d just taken off.

"What is that?" she asked, her voice breathless and thoroughly confused. "What are you doing?"

"Stay still," I ordered, my hands working efficiently as I guided her feet through the leg holes and smoothed the unfamiliar material up her thighs.

She kept asking questions, her confusion mounting, but I ignored her, pulling the tight-fitting panties all the way up until they sat perfectly against her. I pulled back into my seat, reached forwards, and shifted the car into gear.

"Julian, seriously, what⁠—"