Sin’s jaw ticks. I smile at him.
He sighs, releasing me. “You should have left. And I’m sorry again for kissing you.”
That’s precisely what a woman wants to hear after kissing the guy she has too many fantasies about.
I huff, “I’m sorry it was such a disappointment for you.”
Sin whirls on me, pressing me against the tunnel wall. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
I glare at him. “I get it. You regret kissing me. You didn’t like it. It’s fine. We can move on and continue the mission. We don’t need to keep revisiting.”
It’s not like I have much experience in the kissing department, but I didn’t think I was bad enough to warrant not enjoying it.
Sin looks at me like I’m insane before grabbing my hand and pressing it against his pants. Immediately, I feel his thick length straining through his pants.
Inhaling sharply, I look up to meet his gaze.
He presses himself against my hand once before growling, “Does that feel like regret, kitten?”
I shake my head quickly, and he releases my hand.
“I’m sorry I kissed you here while you were in the middle of a panic attack and not in my bed, with you naked and writhing against me,” he finishes, pulling me off the wall.
Heat courses through my body, and my pulse races. “Thanks for clarifying,” I whisper as we continue on.
He nods, and we slip back into silence.
Two thousand and twenty-six steps, this time until we stop again. Another cave opens up before us, a table with two goblets within it. A door lies just beyond the table.
Sin motions for me to wait as he enters the cave. He makes it across the room without issue and waves me forward.
The whole lack of convulsing is a nice change of pace. I like this cave better.
Sin tries the door. It’s locked by a thick bar, but no matter how much he struggles with it, it doesn’t budge.
I pad into the cave, moving to the table. A small note waits there, next to the cups.
‘Only those who drink may pass.’
I peek inside the goblets, which look filled with wine.
Sin struggles against the door again, and I call out to him softly, “Hey, it looks like we need to drink these.”
Sin looks at me, frowning, before coming over to read the note. “Like fuck you’re drinking that,” he hisses.
I arch a brow at him, and he narrows his eyes in response. “For all you know, it could be poison, set out for anyone who tries to reach the man in the wall.Please, kitten, don’t accept drinks if you don’t know where they came from.”
He moves back to the door, trying to free the lock.
My gaze lingers on the goblet. Nothing in my gut is telling me the drink is a danger. Just like in the cavern before, other than being discovered by the guards, I wasn’t at all worried about the corpses.
It’s such an odd feeling. It’s almost comfortable here if you can get over the tighter stone passages.
Sin’s tattoos glow faintly red, and I realize he’s using his Destroyer powers on the lock. I hold my breath, waiting for it to disintegrate.
Nothing happens.
Sin’s tattoos glow brighter, but still, the lock doesn’t budge.
