A shudder passes through me at the thought of Leon waiting for me.
“Then I need to be faster than him,” I answer her, keeping my voice level.
Morgana stares at me a moment longer until finally nodding. “You leave in an hour. How are we doing this?”
I step back. “I’m going to need a jar of peanut butter.”
With that, I leave the dining room to change for the mission. A-line skirts are not mission-appropriate wear.
I just about scream when I swing open my door and find Sin leaning against the far wall next to my dresser, yet again. The shock wears off instantly, though, and I storm into my room, closing the door behind me.
He apparated in. He can poof himself right out.
“If you’re here to talk me out of this, then you can save your energy and get out,” I snap, heading to the chest at the end of my bed.
Sin doesn’t look happy, but he isn’t angry either.
“Why are you ready to risk yourself for a complete stranger?” he asks, sounding suspicious.
I frown at him. “She isn’t a stranger, she’s –”
“From Cassandra’s life. Not yours. You didn’t wake up from regaining your memories loving Leon. So, I know you aren’t sharing a consciousness. Now, Iwant to know. Why are you risking yourself?” His eyes are narrowed on me, and he’s looking at me like he’s trying to solve a complicated problem.
His question has me pausing before I answer, “Because I know how much Cassandra loved her. I feel it. It’s different with Leon. Whatever Cassandra felt, it’s twisted up with my own memories and our combined issues with him. Arianna was important to Cassandra, and she’s important to everyone here. That makes her important to me, and I will not stand by and do nothing. Not when I can help.”
He looks thunderstruck before quietly answering, “I’m not going to try and stop you.”
I pause when he doesn’t move. “Then why are you still here?”
Sin moves from the wall, stalking towards me.
This would feel much less arousing if there wasn’t a bed behind me.
Stupid dirty mind.
My breath catches as Sin kneels before me, reaching under my skirt. His hand feels scorching as it grazes along my inner thigh. His eyes are locked on mine as his other hand lifts my skirt. He’s moving slowly, giving me a chance to stop him.
Okay, maybe I don’t have a dirty mind. This feels overtly sexual.
Sin’s gaze is heated as he watches me for any sign of hesitation. He inches my skirt up further until most of my thigh is exposed.
I watch, my heart thundering inside of me and my brain short-circuiting as he lifts my leg so that my foot rests on his thigh.
My bandage. He’s checking my injury.
My face feels like it’s on fire as embarrassment sweeps through me.
Sin glances up from my injury, looking perfectly self-satisfied. “Enjoying the view, kitten?”
“You did that on purpose,” I huff back at him.
Sin smirks before looking back at the bandage. He pulls out a leather square from his pocket and some leather bindings. His hands find my thigh again, and he takes his time placing the leather over my bandage.
“This will help you run. I’m going to add some pressure to the bindings. It should help stop the stitches from pulling,” he says as he starts wrapping the leather bindings around my thigh.
Every time his fingers graze my inner thigh, I think I might combust. I should look away, but I can’t tear my eyes from the man kneeling between my legs. This is the universe’s way of making me pay for not being attracted to mortal men.
Sin finishes wrapping me up and takes great care when lowering my skirt, his hands continuously brushing against me. Once finished, he stands, still looking smug.
