He’s still smirking, and it takes me a second to realize he’s trying to distract me from my spiraling. And while I appreciate the effort, I think it’s high time I mess with him instead.
I give him an innocent smile and turn back to the conversation, occasionally nodding, even though I’m not listening to a word.
Instead, I picture this throne room, tugging on Sin’s presence in my mind until he’s in the mental picture with me.
Once he’s there, I give him a very vivid show.
I take his hand, leading him back up the raised dais. We’re naked now, and he’s sitting on the throne. I climb atop him, and he watches as I sink onto his cock. I’m slow, making sure he can feel how wet I am as my walls squeeze him.
The tentacle illusion immediately dissipates.
Sin stalks over to me, ignoring our friends as he takes my hand and starts leading me from the room.
“Where are you two going?” Sarah calls out.
Sin doesn’t slow as he answers, “Vivian just reminded me that we haveveryimportant plans.”
I bite my lip to contain my laugh.
Nailed it.
Chapter 56
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule fifty-six:If you’re going to kill someone, do it somewhere private, just in case your partner wants to fuck you in a pool of their blood.
Bodies bump against us as we make our way through the dancers. The crowd is a writhing tangle of limbs, and I focus on the warmth of Sin’s hand in mine, so I don’t think too hard about how everyone is pressing in.
I’m clutching my skirts behind me, so that I don’t accidentally trip someone, when a hand brushes against my wrist, causing it to tingle. Looking over my shoulder, I expect to see one of my friends, but only find more dancers.
They don’t pay us any mind, other than a few who raise their glasses to us in passing.
I frown, but just as we reach the doorway, something catches my eye.
There’s a flash of red hair, quickly dodging through dancers, in the opposite direction.
“Sin, wait!” Someone calls, and my attention snaps back to Sin.
We step outside the throne room, and I spot a woman striding over to us. She’s wearing a sheer white gown, and her long dark hair hangs loosely around her shoulders.
She doesn’t spare me a glance. Instead, she smiles at Sin with a hungry expression.
I can’t help but think that red splatters would really elevate her look.
But then I remember the violent thoughts are probably not wise to listen to, just in case they’re stemming from the whole soul thing.
Shame.
“I was hoping we could catch up tonight. We’ve barely spent any time together,” she pouts as she reaches us, batting her eyelashes at him.
Sin tenses and presses closer to me. “That won’t be happening. I spend time with my mate.”
There’s no warmth in his tone. At the same time, his voice curls through my mind, “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re murderous, kitten.”
She finally looks my way, and I’m shocked when I recognize her. She’s one of the freed prisoners who was able to apparate to the Shadow Realm without blacking out.
Something twists in my gut. Whoever this is, she’s close to either Morgana or Sin.
