Chapter 27
Rule twenty-seven: Stop fantasizing about your partner.
I can’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.
“I’m already in your fantasy. Now show me how you touch yourself when you think of me,” Sin whispers.
For once, his tone isn’t mocking.
A cloud shifts, and I get a glimpse of him. He’s shirtless and in a pair of dark sweats. My breath catches at how devastatingly attractive he looks. His hand moves to his pants, and he strokes himself once.
My core clenches. As much as I want him, it isn’t lost on me that Sin played a huge role in why I’m so wound up right now. He has far too much of a hold over me already, the way he drives me to the brink of madness. But maybe that can be a two-way street?
Embarrassment tries to claw its way to the surface, and I shove it away. “You can watch, but you don’t touch,” I order.
“Done,” Sin answers immediately.
Taking a breath, I center myself. There’s no room for insecurity right now. Sin and I are tied together, and after today, I have no doubt that there’s a sexual relationship building between us. One that I don’t want to be powerless in. If he wants to destroy me, I want the power to do the same to him.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slowly pull off my bralette. Sin’s eyes rake over my body, his gaze darkening .
I let my hands trace across my breasts, teasing at my nipples. They harden further, and I pinch them, a slight whimper escaping my lips.
“That’s it, kitten,” Sin coaxes, his voice sounding strained. “Show me what makes you purr.”
I lay back against the pillows so I still have a full view of him. My hand trails a path down my stomach. Knowing he’s here, watching, is making this so much more erotic. I can already feel myself dripping.
My fingers dip down further, and I spread my legs, completely baring myself.
Sin’s chest stops moving like he’s forgotten to breathe.
My fingers graze my clit, and I arch off the bed, the nub already overly sensitive. Sin steps closer, and I can clearly see the outline of his cock, straining against his pants.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers, his pupils blown as his gaze fixes on my pussy.
Emboldened by the fact that he’s getting turned on from watching me, I keep going. I let my fingers slip through my folds, coating them in the wetness there, before dipping a finger inside of me, moaning at the sensation.
“Fuck,” Sin whispers, sounding strangled.
I do it again, my hand grazing against my clit as I pull my finger out.
Another step, and Sin reaches the edge of my bed, his hands resting on the footboard. He looks starved as he watches me finger myself. I don’t stop and instead roll my hips to meet my hand, whimpering as the heat in my core continues to coil .
“Fuck. Add another finger for me, kitten,” Sin growls.
I pull my finger out slowly, letting him see the wetness coating it, before putting it in my mouth, sucking on it and a second digit.
Sin’s hands white-knuckle onto the footboard, and a sharp crack sounds as a piece of the wood snaps.
I ignore the destruction and open my thighs wider before adding the second finger.
“That’s my good girl,” Sin breathes.
My body heats under his praise, and I work myself harder, refusing to look away from him. I trail my other hand down my stomach to start circling my clit, and my breathing becomes erratic, getting even closer to the edge.
“That’s it, you’re so fucking close. One more, baby. Add one more finger,” Sin coaxes, his voice breathless.
I slip another finger in, stretching myself wide. I finger myself faster, drawing out a moan from my lips.
“Fuck, yes, kitten. Just like that. You’re doing so good. Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop,” Sin urges, and my body feels like it might combust.
I reach up to pinch at my nipple just as my fingers thrust into me. I whimper, so close I might snap.
“Now, kitten, come for me,” Sin demands, and I explode.
The orgasm hits me, and I yell Sin’s name as the waves of ecstasy course through me. The pleasure continues for long moments, and I don’t stop touching myself until every last aftershock has worn off .
When I’ve finally finished, I pull out my fingers, moving to wipe them clean, only to find Sin at the side of my bed.
He reaches out but pauses just before touching my hand. “Please?” he asks, and there’s an edge to his voice that borders on pain.
At my nod, he takes my hand, and I go boneless as he sucks my fingers clean, one by one.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he growls when he finishes.
Even in the afterglow of my orgasm, there’s no mistaking his barely controlled desire. His hands twitch like he’s trying to stop himself from reaching for me again, the gray irises of his eyes almost entirely masked by his pupils.
“Let me touch you, kitten.” It’s not so much a question but a starved plea.
A new wave of heat courses through me, and I want to say yes. I want him touching me more than just about anything right now.
“No,” I whisper back. “You don’t get to tease me and leave me wanting the way you did today and not expect to be treated the same way.” My heart hammers in my chest when I set the boundary, waiting to see how he’s going to push it.
But instead, Sin stands. I watch him take a deep breath before he whispers, “You’re right.”
I tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Is this where he’ll get angry? Or maybe he’ll belittle me for thinking I’m deserving of equal treatment .
“Sweet dreams, kitten,” he adds, reaching for his blanket and covering me. Before I can say goodnight, he’s gone.