“Sit up,” I command in a whisper.
Sin only looks more ravenous as he eases off me, and I move with him, straddling his hips so that my blade never leaves his throat. My core settles against him, and more heat unfurls inside of me when I feel his hard length pressing into me.
“Do you want me to put you on your back? Or is this enough to earn my question?” I challenge.
If Sin is using magic to pin me down, then I’m not hesitating to use anything at my disposal.
Sin doesn’t answer and instead grips my ass, grinding me against him. It takes every ounce of my willpower not to arch into him, and instead, I press my blade more firmly against his flesh. “I want my answer, Sin.”
His eyes are the color of violent storms as his gaze burns into mine. “Ask me a question, slit my throat. I don’t care, so long as you stay right the fuck where you are.” The words come out strangled as he lifts my hips to grind me against him again.
I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from whimpering at the feel of him thrusting against my clit. This backfired on me in the most delicious way possible. Sin starts kissing a path down my neck, and I shudder before tugging on his hair to pull him back.
“What were you doing in the Mortal Realm this morning?” My question comes out breathless.
“I was wondering when you’d get to that,” Sin smirks before leaning into my knife to nip at my collarbone. The blade bites into his skin, and I drop it immediately, but there’s already a small line of blood blossoming against his throat.
“Shit. Sin I –”
“You said you wanted to mark me, kitten. I’m facilitating.”
My eyes flare, far too aroused by the thought that he’s wearing my mark. But before I can mentallyunpack that new kink, he flips us so he’s on top of me, pressing between my thighs.
The move took less than a breath and went directly to my core. My carefully color-coded list as to why I shouldn’t be intimate with Sin might as well be in the shredder.
“You were almost murdered. Your classmates fucking stoned you,” Sin growls as he expertly undoes the fastenings of my weapons sheaths. “They hurt you, and you never said a fucking word. You didn’t fight back.” He says the last part like an accusation.
“It wasn’t worth…” I start, but Sin cuts me off, his expression growing murderous as he strips off the last of my weapons, moving on to my leathers.
“You’re fucking worth it. I know you don’t believe it, and until you do, I will gladly slay every one of your enemies.” My armor falls to the ground, and Sin lifts my shirt, kissing a trail up my stomach.
My lower belly tightens, but I freeze at his words. “You – you killed them?”
Sin drops my shirt, and my question elicits another growl, “They deserved worse than death for hurting you. I would love nothing more than to wipe them from existence, but you asked me not to.”
My hand presses against his chest before he can continue to strip me. He could easily overpower me, but he stills.
“What did you do, Sin?” My heart clenches, and guilt starts to press in at the thought that I may have just gotten more people hurt.
Sin shifts, taking my hand and kissing my palm. “Emily woke up this morning and confessed toeverything. She turned herself in, as did every other student that was there that day. Your mother is being investigated for child neglect. I didn’t hurt them, kitten. But I made sure they would face the consequences of their actions.”
I pull my hand back, trying to process too much at once. Em and the others are going to go to jail. They’ll be the ones to rot in a small room now. My mother will be unveiled for what she truly is to everyone around her. They’ll finally know what a monster she is.
All because of Sin.
“But why? Why would you do that for me?” My heart thunders in my chest.
His gaze darkens as he starts peeling off my pants. I lift my hips, helping him, beyond capable of fighting whatever has been building between us. I want him. Even though it’s not the smart thing to do, even though I have a multitude of reasons to stop this, if Sin doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to combust.
His fingers twist in the fabric of my underwear, and with my next ragged breath, they’re gone. He lowers his head, pulling my thighs off the ground so he can watch me as his mouth ghosts across my clit. “You really need to ask that, kitten?”
My fingers dig into the sand, and I moan as arousal floods my body. “Please,” I gasp when he kisses my inner thigh.
“Because, even though you’re still running, I already know.” He pauses to kiss higher, drawing closer to where I need him.
I whimper, rapidly becoming annoyed that we’re still talking when there’s something I’d much rather hebe doing with his mouth. “What do you know?” I snap out, trying to roll my hips up.
Sin smirks, but his grip doesn’t lessen. His eyes lock on mine, challenging and determined. “You’re mine, kitten.”
