Sin Of Innocence

Episode 5

“Thank you for the ride, Mr. Franco,” I yawned out. He smiled over at me before stepping out of his vehicle. At first, I didn’t know what he was attempting to do after getting out of his car, but when he began to walk me to my front door, my mind seemed to settle.

“No need to thank me. It is truly my pleasure, Christina,” he said, letting his hand run down my back. Instinctively, I moved away from his touch, followed by the tight-lipped smile that pierced my lips.

Liam Franco was a very touchy man.

Something I quickly noticed about him was that every single time he was near a woman, he always felt this undying urge to touch them. I always pushed it aside as him just being affectionate, but I wasn’t too sure anymore. 1

“Well, I will see you in the office on Monday,” I claimed. He nodded his head slowly, his chocolate eyes staring into my own.

My hand was so close to the doorknob that I was too ready to open it up and slam it in my boss’s face. I didn’t want him touching me, but I knew I couldn’t blatantly disrespect him. If I did, I could either receive a negative reputation or lose my internship.

“Right, Monday,” he smirked.

My brows pulled together as he began to lean in. My body was completely frozen in shock as his lips pressed against my cheek. I hadn’t worked at any office before, but I knew employers didn’t just go running around kissing their employees. If that was the case, I would have never signed up to work in business. 1

“Okay, well, bye!” I hurriedly let out.

Without waiting for a response from Mr. Franco, I pulled open the door and walked in. Cautiously, my fingers moved to lock every lock.

Mr. Franco began as a nice guy who seemed truly genuine about giving me a shot, but he quickly turned into a creep. I was really beginning to regret not applying for Emanuel’s office. If only it wouldn’t feel so sinful to work with my father for a man who has my hands always itching to touch him.

The more I thought of him, the more my mind trailed back to the man in the hoodie from not too long ago. It could have been a slight coincidence, but the way I felt under his gaze was the exact same. 1

Letting out an exhausted breath, I threw myself against the door. I couldn’t stop my gaze from wandering over to the picture of me, my father, and my mother on top of our shelf above the fireplace. Our happiest smiles wore themselves so naturally on our faces as we posed for a photograph in front of a beautiful waterfall. Sunlight kissed our hair, and nature sang through our clothes. We looked so peaceful—Dad looked so peaceful. I had never seen him with such tranquility and joy. He was finally beginning to get to that point again, and I was happy for him. As I chewed on my lip, I wondered how much worse would his peace get if he knew what I thought of his boss.

Suddenly, a loud knock bombarded the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. My eyes rolled as I twisted the doorknob, expecting to see the creepy man I worked for. However, shock rolled over me when I took in the alluring appearance of the only man I had ever fantasized about, Emanuel.

“What are you doing he—”

He lightly gripped my neck and pushed me into the front door, closing it as he entered. A storm was brewing in his eyes, leaving me dazed. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but I didn’t bother to say a word. 34

Intimidation was his strong suit and it was beating every word that dared fall from my tongue.

“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?” he furiously accused me. I tried to grasp what the hell he was talking about, but I couldn’t. My mind was still trying to catch up with the simple fact that he was in my house, grasping me by my neck. 19

“Answer me, Christina! You’re fucking Liam Franco?” Emanuel shouted.

Before I could even respond with the truth, he lightly slammed my back against the front door. His face was hovering above my own, and his eyes were blazing with fire. He looked ready to kill, and I knew I was first on his list. It didn’t matter if I told him I would never sleep with a creep like Liam, he wouldn’t believe me. He didn’t know the kind of woman I was. 4

Emanuel saw me as the girl who was so open with her desires for him. It must’ve been easy to assume in his boyish mind that it was common for someone to come along and spread my legs. What he failed to realize was that it was far from the person I was. Only Emanuel could make me touch myself and scream for release in the hope that it was him doing the touching. It was only Emanuel who could make me want him even after all these years. Only Emanuel had the capabilities and the power to make me wet from just his smile. It was only Emanuel.

“No,” I seethed.

“Oh, really? That’s not what I just saw two minutes ago. Women mean absolutely nothing to that boy, other than a dollar sign and sex. So, if you think that fucking him will grant you anything, you’re wrong,” he growled. 4

The sneer on his face was enough to make me want to slap him. How dare he say something like that to me? 1

“You think you know me? You don’t. How about you just get out of my house!” I yelled, bringing my face closer to his as the words left my lips. 6

His eyes flickered down to my lips as his chest began to rise and fall to accompany his ragged breaths. Only then did the smell of his rich cologne fill my nostrils. I could feel the pulsating in my chest ripple throughout my entire body as I gazed into his eyes.

Suddenly, he pulled me in and pressed his lips to mine. The softness of his plump lips was enough to make me never want to stop. My arms wrapped themselves around his neck to pull him closer. His hand had crawled down my back to rest right on my bottom. It was my knees who traitorously grew weak as the strength of his hold on me tightened. Emanuel pulled me against his erection as his grip clamped down on my ass. My core was already throbbing in need when he lifted me, leaving me to wrap my legs around his waist. A soft moan echoed through the room as he ground my hips against his hardening member. 1

He finally let go of my neck to join his other hand at my waist, where he began to slide my skirt up, bunching it up at my waist. When my panties were ready for view, he broke the kiss to gaze down at the lace of my purple thong.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

I rolled my hips against him, tossing my head back at the feel of it. I just knew I was soaked down there, and he could see it. Biting down on my lip, I continued to stroke him with the outside of my panties.

He appeared fascinated with my every move. His eyes fought to stay open just to watch how wet he made me, and how ready I was to have him so deep inside of me.

Surprisingly, Emanuel pulled me away from the door and walked me over to the couch. I was expecting him to lay me down, and maybe enter my hungry body, but he didn’t. He pushed my legs from around his waist and he flipped me over. Emanuel wasted no time in telling me to grasp the edge of the couch as my feet stayed rooted to the floor. Sliding my skirt down my legs, he took its place with his hand pressed against my bottom. I turned my head just to see what he was doing, but a loud squeal escaped me when he cocked his hand back only to make harsh contact with my skin. I couldn’t understand why pleasure was coursed through the pain. I didn’t know if I should be turned on or hurt.