Oh.
Placing her back to the wall, Sidney’s mind began to race. It was clear that Sherlock was…affected by what he was watching.In more ways than one.
It was beyond depraved.
Beyondfucked up.
Across the street, her sister was getting—her sister was probably—and she was standing next to Sherlock Holmes who was—who was getting aroused watching?—
And the worst part of it all?
The thing that was going to send Sidney to hell?
She had one job, didn’t she?Seduce Sherlock Holmes.Make sure that he would sacrifice any number of innocent people over Doctor Watson.
Fuck you, Sasha.
Fuck you, Vile.
Fuck you.
Fuck. You.
Sasha could seethe glint of something reflecting in the window across the street, though she couldn’t make out what. She imagined it kind of like the lens of the camera fromRear Window,though she knew that was far too modern.
Sherlock was watching.
Virtue was watching.
They had an audience.
And something about that…
Didn’t bother her.
It did something else. Something else she didn’t understand. Something she didn’twantto understand at the moment. Everything was too complicated. Too messy. Too frightening. She needed things to be simple. Easy.
A hand snapped around her throat and tightened. “I will leave no bruises and your voice will be unharmed. But the rest of you…is mine.”
Yes.
Yes, Vile, yes.
She sank into his grasp as he pulled her to his chest and once more splayed his hand over her stomach, though this time he ran his hand in through the slit of her silk gown, quickly parting it and baring her skin to the light of the moon.
“Let us ensure those in the box seats miss no detail…” He wasted no time in roughly squeezing one of her breasts so hard that it made her cry out.
Biting her lower lip to stifle the noise, she turned her head to glare at him in protest.
“Oh, yes, please, do glower at me like that. I doloveyour fire.” He smirked down at her, and in response to her expression pinched her nipple hard enough that her knees almost buckled. “Mind you, Iwillwin.”
Yeah. He would. He was the primary villain. She was just a supporting character. She had to remember that. But in this moment? She was happy for that. Happy to be the sidekick. Happy for him to make it simple for her. For him totake.To conquer.
Keeping her pulled taut with one hand on her throat, his other drifted lower to delve between her legs. He groaned into her ear at what he found—at how mutually she desired his actions. “Oh, Irene…what a pair we make.”
That was true, wasn’t it?
“Will you kiss me?” It was a strange question to ask him. But she couldn’t help it.
