Rule twenty-seven:Stop fantasizing about your partner.
Ican’t sleep.
So much happened today that I think my body is stuck in a permanent adrenaline rush. It used to happen all the time when I moved to college. I would try to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, I’d remember being tied to the tree. Stuck. So, I’d gotten into the habit of going for jogs at night to give my adrenaline an outlet.
Somehow, I feel like a jog isn’t going to do me much good tonight. I keep panicking about the stupid plan everyone agreed on. And no matter how much I argued, none of them relented. Instead, they very rationally noted that six against one was a solid vote and that I lost.
I don’t even have time to change their minds. Morgana is determined to gain allies as quickly as possible. She doesn’t like leaving her realm vulnerable. So tomorrow, we’re throwing a fancy party to discuss alliances with emissaries from all our potential allies. The party itself will be nerve-wracking, but Morgana also expects me to be the guest of honor. I’m going to have to walk around, shake hands with strangers and convince them that I can win their war.
Oh, and I have to do it with Sin on my arm.
Morgana thinks that if the emissaries believe Sin and I are in love, they’ll agree to side with us since the prophecy will be coming true.
They’re all demented.
Not only am I a horrible liar, but I’m also not a great small talker. This is not an introvert-friendly activity.
My anxiety keeps flaring up in my chest at the thought that I’m going to blow this for everyone.
I toss against the bed, feeling like my skin is crawling.
Moonlight streams into the room, and my window is open, allowing a gentle breeze to come through. Even with the breeze, I feel like the blankets are suffocating me.
I kick them off, groaning in frustration.
Tomorrow will be a big day, preparing for the party. How Morgana thinks we can throw an event this big with less than twenty-four hours’ notice is beyond me, but I’m not going to argue with her scheduling. Not when my energy is already drained from fuelling my anxiety.
I need to get some rest. Tossing some pillows onto the floor, I fall back with an agitated sigh.
It’s no use. I’m too wound up.
My body needs a release.
A release that was dangled in front of me more than once today. The thought has me remembering Sin’s mouth on me, and my body heats. I suppose if he didn’t finish what he started, then I can do it myself. My hands graze along my lacy bralette before I pull off my underwear.
Closing my eyes, I remember Sin’s hands on my inner thighs as I brush my fingers against my clit. I think about him pulling aside my underwear before sucking on my clit, and I whimper, rubbing soft circles against myself.
My finger dips inside of me, teasing, as I remember the feel of his tongue, tasting my very heat. My core tightens, and I repeat the action. I work myself faster, pretending that Sin’s hands are on me.
I pinch my clit and gasp his name, begging for more in my fantasy.
A dark chuckle at the foot of my bed stops me cold.
“You called for me, kitten?”
My eyes widen, and I gasp before scrambling up on the bed and slamming my legs shut. “Sin, what the hell! What are you doing in here?”
Sin leans against my dresser, his features hidden in the shadows, but I can feel his eyes on me.
“I told you the other night to call me if you needed me. You called.”
I scoff, “Not because I need you.”
“Undoubtedly. I can see you’re doing a great job of taking care of that yourself. Don’t stop on account of me.” His voice is low, and there’s no mistaking the desire underlying it.
My body responds, heating further.
“But you –” I start, flushing.
