Sins & Mistrust

  Sins & Mistrust

  Author's Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Letter to Readers

  Acknowledgments

  Other Titles

  About the Author

  Living in Sin ~ Chapter One Excerpt

  Unspeakable Truths by Alice Tribue ~ Excerpt

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Sins & Mistrust

  By

  Isabel Lucero

  Copyright © 2014 Isabel Lucero

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  Sins & Mistrust begins in the same time frame that Living in Sin (book one) started. You CAN read this book without reading the other two first. There might be mild spoilers in regards to the other stories, but not much. It may even entice you to read those other two if you haven’t already. Marc was pretty mysterious and missing in action quite a lot during Living in Sin and Unforgivable Sin, so with his story, we get to find out what was going on and what he was up to. This story follows through both books time frames and then continues up to present time.

  This story contains explicit language and graphic sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only. There are M/F, M/M, M/F/M, and M/M/F scenes. If you aren’t comfortable with those kinds of sexual scenarios, I wouldn’t recommend reading this. There is also some light sadomasochism. Nothing extreme, but definitely kinky.

  For those who don’t mind those kinds of scenes, I hope you enjoy!

  Thank you for reading.

  “So, what are we getting into tonight?” I ask Nathalia.

  Nathalia is a beautiful new client that got in touch with me a week ago to discuss hiring me regularly. She’s a busy woman who is in the process of becoming the Vice President of marketing for one of her father’s hotels. Apparently he has a franchise, and she’s been learning the ropes of running a hotel her whole life. With sitting in on board meetings and doing what her father needs her to, she says she doesn’t have time to date.

  “Promise you won’t run scared?” she asks with a wicked smile as she looks at me over her shoulder.

  “I don’t scare easily,” I reply with a grin.

  “We’ll see.”

  She turns back around and fixes her hair while looking into a large mirror on her wall. Her shiny black hair falls to the middle of her back. Nathalia is wearing a very form-fitting black dress that dips low enough in the front to showcase her perfect breasts without showing too much.

  “I wonder,” she ponders, looking at me curiously.

  “Are you going to fill me in on what you wonder about?” I ask with a smile.

  She walks over to the couch and begins putting on her heels. My eyes move from her dainty feet all the way up her tanned and toned legs until her dress keeps from seeing anything else.

  “I hope to find out the answer myself tonight. I’ll let you know when you bring me home,” she finishes with a mischievous smile.

  After she fastens the black strap around her ankle, she walks to me and slides her hand through the crook of my arm, and we leave the hotel room she’s staying in.

  “So, is this home to you?” I ask.

  “Yes. I could get my own place, but I spend so much time here that I might as well live here. Papa can never say I’m late to work,” she says with a smile.

  “Are you and your dad close?” I ask.

  “Very. He hops around to some of the other hotels quite a bit, but I stay here. The only other one I frequent is the one in California.”

  I nod and decide that’s enough personal questions for tonight. When we get to the lobby of the hotel, she waves to a man that’s standing behind a desk near the entrance.

  “Ms. LaBelle,” the man greets with a smile.

  “Hello, James.”

  “Sir,” he adds, nodding to me.

  “Good evening.”

  We walk out and straight into the car that’s waiting for us. Nathalia requested that neither of us drive so we both could enjoy our evening with drinks.

  “So, Marc, tell me something about you. Like we’ve discussed, I plan on hiring you quite often, and I’m not naïve enough to think I’m your only client. But do you have a regular girlfriend?”

  “No, no girlfriend,” I answer with a grin.

  “Really? But you’re so handsome,” she says, putting her hand on my leg.

  “Well, thank you. But no, there aren’t many people out there who are okay with what I do.”

  “Ah, yes. I understand,” she says with a nod of her head. “But it is your life, no? You do what makes you happy. Does this job make you happy?”

  I hesitate for just a second, but I guess I wasn’t quick enough for Nathalia.

  “You are not happy,” she states without a hint of question.

  “Sure I am. This job has made me happy for a long time.”

  “But not any longer. It’s okay, I understand.”

  I ponder how she thinks she understands when I’m not even sure I do, but I leave it alone.

  “So, do I get any clues about this mystery place you are taking me to?”

  “What fun would that be?” she says through her laughter.

  “Such a tease.”

  “Mmm. Just you wait,” she replies with a wink.

  When we arrive at this mystery club, the car drops us off directly in front of the bu
ilding. As I step outside and hold out my hand for Nathalia, I take a moment to gaze around the area. It’s a fairly busy area with lots of foot traffic, but they don’t seem to be going to the club we’ve stopped in front of. Everybody is making their way down the street to the other clubs or restaurants.

  As I inspect the place we’re soon going to be entering, I understand why nobody is interested. There’s no sign, nothing to let you know what it is or that it’s even open for business. It’s quite dull looking, actually.

  “Is this the place?” I ask, pointing at the building.

  She straightens out her dress after closing the door behind her and glances at the darkened club. “Yes, this is it,” she says with a short laugh. “I promise there’s more to it than you think.”

  Nathalia walks toward the building and I fall in step next to her. She raps on the door with three hard, quick knocks, and almost instantly it’s opened by a large man in a black shirt and black jeans. The scowl on his face quickly morphs into a look of recognition when he sees Nathalia.

  She smiles at him and he nods his head in response before we walk in. The hall is fairly dark, and another large man stands in the way with a clipboard in his hands.

  “Ms. LaBelle,” he says.

  “Hello, Smith,” she chirps.

  Smith eyes me speculatively for a moment.

  “He’s fine,” Nathalia says, and Smith moves to the side and allows us in.

  “Secretive place,” I say.

  She shrugs one shoulder in response as we walk down the narrow pathway. Once we get to the end of the hall and step into the large room, I think my jaw drops slightly.

  Nathalia turns to look at me with a sneaky smile on her face. “Scared yet?”

  I take my time to absorb everything that’s going on in the room in front of us. Directly to my right, leaned up against the wall, is a couple. While this is pretty normal, what’s not is that the woman’s dress is pushed up around her waist and the man has his fingers in her pussy.

  Moving my gaze to the left, I see a wall of mirrors, and what grabs my attention right away are the three people standing in front of them. Well, the man is standing behind a woman who has her hands resting on the mirror. She’s bent over, her dress pushed up as well, with the man fucking her from behind while she watches in the reflection. Another woman is leaned up against the mirror and has her hand down her pants as she watches.

  Not everybody is half naked or having sex, but they definitely don’t seem surprised or bothered by the happenings around them.

  Finally returning my gaze back to Nathalia, I smile and respond. “I’m an escort. I’ve done or seen these kinds of things plenty of times.”

  She playfully rolls her eyes. “Oh, Mr. Experienced over here.”

  “You have no idea,” I reply with a wink.

  “Well, come on, Mr. Experience. Let’s get a drink.”

  We walk clear across the room, maneuvering through plenty of people who seem to be checking both of us out, and we approach the bar and place our order.

  “So, you come here pretty often, don’t you?” I ask.

  “It’s been a while,” she replies as she reaches for her drink.

  I place a twenty on the bar and grab my glass. “Do you always bring a date with you?”

  She places the straw between her lips and peers up at me with large green eyes. “I’ve brought someone here once before. The other times I’ve been here, I’ve come alone.”

  “Do you, uh, participate?”

  Nathalia lets out a small laugh. “Participate? You mean, have sex out here for people to see? No, I haven’t done that. However, if you’re interested, there are more private areas,” she says mischievously.

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” I answer with a grin.

  As we stand near the bar, talking and enjoying our drinks, I notice a man walk out and head over to the people who are having sex by the mirrors. He leans in and says something to the man, and soon after, the man straightens up and pulls his pants back up. He gets the women who are there with him and start walking toward the back of the room. The man who spoke to him pats him on the back and walks away.

  “What’s that about?” I ask, noticing Nathalia was watching the same thing I was.

  “Oh, he likes to keep the sex to the other rooms. While people always do the touchy, feely stuff, he doesn’t really like the all-out sex to be out in the open.”

  “And who is he?” I ask as I watch the man in the black suit scope out the rest of the room.

  “Oh. The owner. Lincoln Cash.”

  I take a gulp of my drink and watch as his eyes fall on us. He does a double take and suddenly starts making his way towards the bar. I take a glance at Nathalia, who is smiling in his direction.

  “Thalia, how are you?” he asks in a deep, charming voice. His smile stretches across his face as he takes her in his arms.

  I take another gulp.

  “I’m great, Lincoln. How are you?”

  “You know me,” he says with a smirk. “You look beautiful tonight.”

  She throws him a radiant smile. “Thank you.”

  He turns at looks me over before asking, “Who’s your friend?”

  “This is Marc,” she answers, gesturing towards me with her palm up. “Marc, this is Lincoln.”

  Lincoln extends his hand and I take it in my own. “Nice to meet you,” I say.

  “Mm. Likewise,” he responds, and I’m not sure if he has a slight attitude or not.

  We drop hands and I straighten up, finish my drink, and place it on the bar. There’s a bit of an awkward silence between us three, and I can’t help but wonder if they’ve had a relationship before.

  “Well, I suppose I’ll leave you two alone. I hope you both enjoy your evening. Will you be staying a while?” he asks, paying more attention to Nathalia.

  “We just arrived, so I’m sure we’ll hang out for a little longer.”

  “Good, good,” he says, nodding his head. He takes another glance at me, and I hate that I can’t read his demeanor. “Well, I hope to chat with you again soon, Thalia,” he says, pulling her in and kissing both her cheeks.

  He leans into her and seems to whisper something in her ear. When they part, Nathalia gives him a tiny nod with a hint of a smile. They communicate something in that moment, but I have no idea what.

  “I’m sure you will,” she replies with a smirk.

  “It was very nice meeting you, Marc,” he says, this time seeming genuine.

  I smile and return his handshake. “You too.”

  When he walks away, I turn and face Nathalia. Her eyes look at me but she doesn’t move her head in my direction. She takes a sip from her straw, and then turns away from me to put it on the bar.

  “Ex-boyfriend? Lover?” I ask.

  It’s then that she looks at me, expressionless. A moment later a smile appears on her lips.

  “He wishes.”

  “Ah,” I say with a nod.

  “Is that why I felt the frigid air coming off his shoulder in my direction?”

  She laughs. “Oh, I don’t know. That was him being quite nice, actually.”

  “Do you want to dance?” I ask, changing the subject.

  Nathalia smiles at me. “Yes, please.”

  I escort her onto the dance floor, and we find a nice spot near the wall of mirrors. A slow, sexy song comes on, and Nathalia puts her arms around my neck as I rest my hands at her waist.

  She looks up at me with gorgeous green eyes and runs her fingers through my hair. The front of her body is pushed up against the front of mine, and as I look down at her, I have a perfect view of her ample cleavage. I lick my lips and she catches me enjoying the view.

  Slowly, she turns her body until her ass is pressed up against my cock, and rests her back against my stomach and chest. She lays her head on my shoulder, and glides her hands alongside her body as she moves sexily to the music.

  Her hands make their way up to her breasts and she gently and briefly
gropes herself, squeezing them in a way that makes the cleavage that much more obvious. I lean down and put my mouth on her neck while I pull her ass into me, letting her know what her show is doing to me.

  I hear her groan when my tongues dances across her soft skin.

  Suddenly, she turns and grabs my hand, and leads me to a section of the club I didn’t notice before.

  She slides a panel open and I close it behind us. We’re in a semi narrow area, but it’s fairly long, and along the back is a wide bench and curtains to close off sections.

  Nathalia goes to the back corner, and I notice there’s only one other couple in here, and they’re on the other end.

  Once we’re inside our own little cubicle, she closes the curtain and we’re enclosed in a small room that has mirrors above us. Very dim lights glow from above, and the bench is cushioned. Thank God.

  For a few seconds, we look at each other, the sexual energy fills the small room. At the same time, we both lunge for the other. My tongue glides across her lips, forcing them apart. When she opens her mouth, I explore her tongue with my own.

  My hands go to her face, and I bring her even closer to me. She moans into my mouth, and digs her fingertips into my ass, pulling me into her.

  I nip at her lips, and she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. I let my hands go the base of her head, and tug on her hair. She gasps out in surprise and pleasure, and then begins running her hands down my chest, fumbling with my buttons.

  “Oh, sorry. I uhh…”

  I turn around and notice a woman at the curtain. I raise my brows at her waiting for her to either say what she needs to say or close the curtain and leave.

  “Can I help you?” I ask in a nicer tone than I want to, because what I really want to do is slide my dick inside Nathalia.

  “I didn’t know- uhh. I’m sorry.”

  She continues to stand there, but looks back behind her, and then back at me.

  What the hell is going on?

  Nathalia stands up and adjusts her dress, and I run a hand through my hair in frustration. It’s then that the woman finally turns and leaves. I drop my head back and sigh, but then I find that I’m looking at myself in the mirror above me.

  What really catches my attention is that I can see outside the room we’re in and I see Lincoln standing outside, speaking with the same woman who just left.