Page 42 of Sin's Thief


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“No, in many ways my father was similar to yours.”

“I’m sorry,” Cecil murmured softly.

“Nothing for you to be sorry about. My father is long dead.”

“Mine’s not…”

“Cecil, I promise you now, your father will suffer for all the wrong he has done.”

Well, this conversation had gone to hell. He wanted to go back to kissing and laughing.

“I see…and your eyebrows?”

Sin slowly grinned, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “I’ll never tell.”

“What? Why not?” Cecil whined.

“A man has to have his secrets.”

Cecil rolled his eyes. And then something caught his eye and he smirked. “Want me to help with that?” Cecil asked, pointing at Sin’s erection.

Sin laughed, but his gaze heated. “I am sure if we work together we can both find the release we need.”

“I thought you said no sex.”

The man’s expression turned thoughtful. “I had already assumed you were innocent, but it appears I underestimatedhowinnocent.”

He sputtered, “I amnotinnocent!”

“In the ways of pleasure, you are. There are many ways to please your partner without penetrating them.”

His face heated. “I know things,” Cecil lied.

Sin was right. Even with all the hustling, he didn’t really know much about sex, besides the generic things like analand blow jobs. Cecil hadn’t done either, but he knew the mechanics.

“If you say so,” Sin said with a knowing grin.

“I do!”

Still grinning, Sin trailed one of his fingers along the side of Cecil’s right arm. He shuddered at the soft caress.

“Simple touches can become so much more. Do you want me to touch you, Cecil?”

“W-what?”

Suddenly, Sin was on top of him again, and there was an evil glint in his eyes. “Do you want to feel my hands against your bare skin?” The vampire leaned down and kissed Cecil’s right ear. His next words came out in a deep rumble. “My fingers sliding down each curve, each dip.”

His eyes widened at the visual. Little Cecil, who had softened during their conversation, perked right back up.

Sin let out a low chuckle and ran his tongue along the rim of Cecil’s ear, all the way to the point. “I just want to nip at these beautiful tips.”

Groaning, his cock throbbed in protest at being ignored.

“W-what?” Cecil sputtered again dumbly. What the hell was happening?!

“Can you imagine my tongue running over other places? The chilled air hitting your wet, heated cock after leaving the warmth of my mouth. Just thinking of how your body will arch, the sweet moans you will give me, is…maddening.” Sin shivered and let his hips drop.

Cecil gasped as the man rubbed his hard prick against him. “What the hell are you even saying?!” he squeaked. Grabbing onto Sin’s hair, Cecil yanked him back so he could look into his eyes. Sin’s pupils were dilated. “Have you lost it? You just swore! Should I call someone?!”