Sin and Deception (Sin and Lies #2)

Chapter 5

Five

X ANDER

As I gazed out the window of my private jet, I couldn't help but feel disconnected from the serene scene outside. Fluffy clouds drifted lazily in the bright sunshine, creating a stark contrast to the darkness that consumed me at that moment. Restlessness enveloped me as I paced around the small cabin like a caged lion, unable to find peace.

All I could think about was Nerine. Her disappearance had taken over my life, and every lead we followed seemed to go nowhere. But I clung to a sliver of hope that this might be the clue that would lead us to her. My mind couldn't stop racing with thoughts and worries, but I refused to give in to despair. Everything had changed since Nerine disappeared, for me, Theo, and all of us. Our lives were forever altered, and there was no going back.

Instead of succumbing to sadness, I immersed myself in the quest for Nerine with unwavering determination. I scrutinized every detail, overturned every stone, and diligently chased down every rumor.

Finding Nerine became my sole purpose, even if it meant risking my life.

"Are you going to pace around the entire damn flight?" Theo's irritated voice pulled me back to reality as he looked at me with a raised brow.

"I can't sit still," I admitted, feeling guilty for putting him under more stress.

"Everything's going to be okay, Xander. You need to try to relax," he said with concern.

But relaxation was impossible.

Ever since I woke up that morning and found Nerine missing, any sense of calm had vanished from within me.

On top of all the anxiety and fear was the constant worry that Theo would pull away from me again and retreat into his shell just as we were finally getting close again after years of estrangement. He tended to shut down when things got tough, distancing himself from anything and anyone that caused him pain. I wanted to believe that the past two years of hard work had made us stronger, but there were still moments when it was clear that he hadn't fully forgiven me for my past mistakes. I wanted to move on and focus on the present and the future, but Theo always seemed to keep one foot in the past.

Perhaps my obsessive focus on finding Nerine revealed my unwillingness to move on from the past. It might be time for me to accept that nothing would change until we brought her home safely.

"We need to get our shit together before we land," I muttered, trying to distract myself from thoughts about our relationship.

"Agreed," Theo said with a sigh. "I have a contact in Las Vegas who might be able to help."

My annoyance quickly turned to outrage at his words. "Shocking. Which one is it this time? The security expert or the casino owner?"

"Must you bring that up now?" he asked, exasperated.

"What? Your countless affairs?" I couldn't help but let bitterness seep into my tone.

"Xander!" Theo's voice rose as he barked at me. "Seriously, not now! Can't you ever let that go? So what if I slept around after we broke up? What did you expect?"

"God forbid I expect you to keep your dick in your pants," I retorted, unable to stop myself.

"Not this again," he groaned, gripping his hair in frustration. "We've talked about this a million times. It's all in the past! We need to focus on finding Nerine now. For God's sake, I have resources that can help us. Why not use them?"

His plea struck a chord within me, and I knew he was right. We needed all the help we could get in this desperate search for Nerine. It was time to put the past behind us and work together, no matter how difficult it may be.

“It’s hard to stay focused when you behave as if our issues don’t affect anything around us. You never want to talk about us. I can’t tell where I stand with you or where you stand with me, especially regarding our relationship."

My mind spun, unable to focus through the haze of anger and desire swirling between us. The tension crackled in the air, fueled by unspoken words and unresolved issues. His eyes flickered with a flash of anger at my accusation, but I refused to back down. Our relationship was a constant battle, marked by uncertainty and unexpressed emotions.

"Are you questioning my commitment to you, Xander?" he growled, his voice thick with frustration. "You're the one who ended things in the first place! Did you forget that?"

"How could I forget?" I shouted, my anger swelling like a tidal wave. "You remind me every chance you get!"

"You make me remind you every single time you complain about me sleeping with other people. You left me!" As he spoke, a note of hurt crept into his tone, bringing back the pain we both felt when our relationship fell apart.

I sighed, my hands clenching into fists at my sides as I tried to rein in my temper. Theo's presence always had a way of making my emotions spiral out of control. He made me want to both kiss him and punch him.

"No matter how often we argue or hurt each other," I said, my voice trembling with emotion, "all I have ever wanted, and all I want now is for us to work together to find the woman we both love."

"Not a day goes by that I don't desperately yearn for it," he admitted, his eyes searching mine with a mix of darkness, hope, and deep desire.

We stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills, until he finally moved closer to me. The heat radiating from his body left me weak-kneed and breathless. Without breaking eye contact, he reached up and gripped the back of my head, pulling me forward into a fierce kiss. His lips were rough and demanding against mine, igniting a wildfire of passion between us. Our tongues tangled and explored each other's mouths as we gasped for air, lost in the intensity of our connection.

But as always, the moment was fleeting. Theo pulled away, his lips swollen and wet, his eyes wild with desire.

"Truce," he growled, his hand still tangled in my hair as he stared at me with a fierce hunger.

My body trembled with longing, and my heart raced with emotion. Yet, despite our physical attraction, we needed to find common ground and work together if we ever wanted to locate Nerine again.

The word “truce” hung in the air between us, our eyes locked as we leaned in for another heated kiss. My hand rose to gently caress his cheek before pulling him closer.

“I want your mouth,” he growled, his voice thick with lust and desire. He reached down, his hand rubbing against the bulge in his jeans, a clear indication of just how much he wanted me.

I sank to my knees before him, my eyes tracing over his body as I reached up to unfasten his jeans. With a swift flick of my fingers, I popped the button and slowly lowered the zipper, revealing his thick, hard cock that was already throbbing with need.

My mouth watered at the sight, and I licked my lips, longing to taste him. Leaning forward, I dragged my tongue across the tip of his cock before wrapping my lips around him, taking him deep into my mouth.

“Fucking hell,” Theo moaned loudly, gripping the back of my head tightly as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft.

I could feel my arousal building in my pants as I pleasured him, but I pushed it aside for now. This was about giving him pleasure in this moment, making sure he lost control and surrendered to me.

My hand moved in sync with my mouth, caressing him as I licked and sucked on him from base to tip. His groans grew louder and more urgent, driving me on.

Theo loved to take the lead in everything, definitely when it came to sex. But not here. Not with my mouth working him into a frenzy.

As I took him deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, he tried to take control by thrusting forward and guiding my head. But I wouldn't let him. Not when it came to this—using my mouth to bring him pleasure.

I continued to lead this dance, relishing in the sounds escaping his lips and the way his cock throbbed under my skilled touch. He couldn't resist me when it came to this—his desire for me consumed him completely.

I widened my mouth, wanting to take every inch of him in, and he eagerly obliged, thrusting with more urgency. His hips moved faster, seeking the heat of my mouth and driving himself closer to the edge.

“You do that so fucking good, Xander,” he moaned, his voice filled with pleasure and need. “Yes, just like that!”

He cried out as I flicked my tongue against the sensitive ridge of his cockhead.

“Fuck yes! Harder!” he demanded, trying once again to guide my head.

But this time, he pushed my hand away and took control.

He tightened his grip on my head, and through gritted teeth, he warned, “Don't test me, Xander.”

Our eyes locked, and the storm of emotions swirling in him captivated me. His dick pounded against the back of my throat. He fucked into my mouth faster and faster, telling me he sat on the verge of exploding hard and hot. But I wanted something else.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I needed him inside me. I pushed him back slightly. A scowl formed on his face, but I spoke up before he could say anything.

“Fuck me.” My words lingered between us, a mute command he couldn't refuse.

His eyes widened with unmistakable desire, a primal need radiating from his gaze. He reached for me silently, lifting me to face him with fierce strength. He spun me around and roughly pushed me down onto the sofa, my body responding instinctively to his authoritative touch.

He quickly unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down over my hips, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. I could sense his gaze lingering on my exposed backside and hear the distinct jingle of his belt buckle as he lowered his jeans. A rush of air accompanied the sound as he pushed them down, revealing his throbbing arousal.

Desire surged within me, every nerve ending tingling with the anticipation of what was to come. My body trembled as he spread my cheeks and applied a cool, slick substance between them. My heart seemed to pound in my head as I awaited the first touch of his cock.

"This is mine," his voice rumbled with possessiveness and desire, sending shivers down my spine.

It was a phrase I had heard in countless fantasies during our time apart, never expecting it to become a reality again.

As he slid inside me, I gasped at the exquisite burn of pleasure mixed with pain. My body yielded to him eagerly, molding around his perfect shaft. I reached for my erection, stroking it furiously as he thrust into me with abandon.

He held onto my hips tightly, each powerful thrust eliciting a moan from deep within me. I allowed him to take control, letting him use me for his pleasure just as much as I needed it for mine. Our bodies moved in sync, the friction building and building until waves of intense pleasure overcame me.

My heart raced as our ragged breaths echoed through the room.

His hands dug into my hips almost painfully, fueling his movements as he drove himself deeper and harder into me. I arched my back and pressed my hips back to meet his thrusts, lost in blissful delirium .

"You're so fucking tight, Xander," he growled with each forceful thrust, his words only adding to the intensity of our connection. I clenched around him uncontrollably, drawing him closer and urging him on.

He reached around to stroke my arousal, matching his pace to mine as we built toward a shared climax. My body pulsed with pleasure, every nerve ending buzzing with anticipation.

But just as I was about to reach the edge, he slowed down, reveling in my struggle for release.

"Theo! Oh, God!" I cried out in frustration as he taunted me.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked with a sadistic grin.

"I fucking love it," I couldn't help but admit that I was loving every moment of it, my eyes rolling back in my head from the intense pleasure.

We stroked my cock together as he fucked me, a perfect combination of sensations overwhelming my body. But I didn't want him to stop, not until I reached the climax I so desperately craved.

"Don't stop. Keep going until I blow," I demanded, my voice strained with need.

"Stopping would defeat my plan to pump my load deep inside this sweet ass." His response was almost a growl, and then he pulled out and thrust into me with a fierce intensity. "As for you, you can't come until I give you permission."

"I'll come when I damn well want to," I argued, though I knew it was only a matter of time before I couldn't hold back any longer .

But then he pushed my hand away and took control, gripping me tightly at the base. The pleasure-filled pains ricocheting through my body were almost too much to bear.

"That's not how things work between us, Xander. It never has, and it never will." He pumped me the way he knew would push me closer to the edge. "You're mine. You understand that, right?"

My mind was racing with the desperate need to come.

"I'll be whatever you want; just keep fucking me!"

Of course, that asshole laughed in response before resuming his relentless rhythm.

"Take it! Take this fucking cock!"

I could tell by the rapid movement of his hips and his quickening breaths that he was as close to losing control as I was. And in the next moment, he swelled and, with one final explosive thrust, released himself deep inside me.

"Yes! Fuck!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the air.

I wanted to scream with frustration as Theo continued to grip my dick tightly, denying me the relief I so desperately craved.

"You bastard."

"I won't deny it." He pulled out and turned me around, pushing me back onto the couch before taking hold of my cock again.

And then, before I even had a chance to understand what he was planning, his lips engulfed me, taking me deep into the warm cavern of his mouth. It only took a few swift strokes from that wicked tongue for me to explode, waves of intense pleasure coursing through every nerve in my body.

He drew out my release with his hand, and once I could think straight again, I opened my eyes to find him smirking at me with a triumphant glint in his gray eyes.

"Still think I'm a bastard?"

"Yes."

Theo shrugged and joined me on the sofa. "Too bad you're stuck with me."

He meant those words as a joke, but they also carried a sense of truth that eased our tension. We sat there in silence, half-naked and still catching our breaths, but now the tension from earlier no longer hung heavy in the air like a suffocating fog. Instead, the intimacy and connection of our bond pulsed between us. The only thing missing in these moments was our angel—our third partner who completed us.

The three of us fit together perfectly. We fully understood and accepted each other. Our dynamic functioned smoothly, whether we were all together or just two. There was never any confusion or jealousy. We recognized the depth and strength of our love for one another.

The truth was that Theo and I shared a deep love for each other, but without Nerine, a part of our souls felt incomplete. We attempted to fill that void with our physical relationship, but no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't erase the pain of her absence from our lives.

"I'm sorry for pushing you," I whispered, my voice heavy with emotion. "I can't stand the idea of losing you, Theo. "

"Walking away isn't an option for either of us, Xander." His words were firm and resolute, reminding me once again that we were in this together.

His hands turned my face toward him, his strong fingers gently caressing my cheeks before his mouth captured mine in a slow, indulgent kiss. The taste of mint and whiskey lingered on his lips, a striking contrast to his usual gruffness. I melted into it, savoring the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

At that moment, I needed him more than ever. I needed his touch, his comfort, his love. And damn, we needed to find Nerine so everything in our world would be whole again. Without her, nothing felt right. Without her, we would never find peace.

I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders as I deepened the kiss until my cock twitched back to life. He reached down between us, his fingers wrapping around my shaft and stroking it with practiced ease.

We’d just come together not long ago, but sex was a welcome distraction from our problems, and I was happy to know he was eager for another romp. I reciprocated by reaching down and wrapping my fingers around his rapidly growing shaft, enjoying the feel of him in my hand.

But our passionate moment was interrupted by the persistent vibration of my phone. With a groan, I reached for it, reluctantly pulling away from Theo's embrace.

“It’s a text," I said, wrinkling my brow as I read the message.

“By the look on your face, I’m guessing it’s bad news?” Theo muttered. I glanced up at him, worried and anxious to rush back as my initial desire quickly faded into concern.

“It’s from one of the guys inside with Gusto Aetos,” I explained. “He said they have a lead on Nerine. She might be in Atlantic City.”

“Another city of sin?” Theo asked with a sigh.

“Then that means they saw the book, too,” I added, my mind racing with all the possible implications.

“Fuck. Our enemies are closing in.”

“What if they find her first?” I asked, unable to shake the fear and dread creeping into my thoughts.

“We can’t let that happen. If anyone finds Nerine, we will be lucky to find a body.”

“No. That’s not an option,” I said firmly, shaking my head.

I gazed out the plane's window, wishing it would fly even faster as my heart raced with worry and anticipation. "This shit is pissing me off,” Theo growled, his face contorted in an angry sneer. “I swear, if Nerine did this on purpose, I’ll never forgive her.”

I scoffed at his words, shaking my head in disbelief. “You’d forgive her for anything if you saw she was still alive.”

He growled in frustration, his only response to my brutal honesty.

“I’m going to pour us a drink,” Theo announced suddenly, getting up from the couch and pulling his pants up before walking over to the small bar in the corner of the room.

Our moment of intimacy and vulnerability from a few minutes ago felt like a distant memory now. The only version of Theo available for view was the usual tough, stoic, and calculating one, in full force and ready for whatever might come our way.

Oh well, I thought with a hint of disappointment. At least it was nice while it lasted.

Time to put on my enforcer persona.