Page 109 of Sin

“D-do you want me to request a session?”

“What?” I rasped, reaching behind my back and unhooking my bra.

“I’m not paying for this right now. Shouldn’t we?—”

“Consider this my gift to you. For being so good to me.”

My bra fell free, baring my breasts to the cool air in the room. Even with the fire burning in the hearth, this old home was drafty, and one glance outside told me the storm was still raging. Wind, rain, and now lightning flashing in the sky made this moment somehow even more intimate.

His soft hitched breath carried over the speakers of my computer and practically caressed my needy skin. “Fuck, baby. Touch yourself for me.”

Replicating the feeling, I trailed my fingers down my chest, eyes falling closed as I pretended they belonged to someone else. But when the image came to mind, it wasn’t Cole I was thinking of. It was Sin. Maybe that’s because I didn’t know what Cole looked like. Or maybe it was because I’d just learned that Sin had tricked me, and we’d been in a very similar situation to this one with explosively satisfying results.

It was because I was hungry and needed relief.

That was all it was.

It definitely wasn’t because I was already addicted to one of the four men sharing this castle with me.

One. Ha.

I was such a fucking liar.

A thin tendril of lust curled through the room, all of it coming from Cole, but it wasn’t enough by a long shot.

“Are you touching yourself, Cole? Make yourself feel good. Please? I need it.”

“Merri,” he whispered, his voice laced with desire.

Another little shiver of his lust raced across my skin, but it only seemed to ramp up my appetite. I was pretty sure this was what it felt like to be starving in a restaurant but stuck waitingfor your table. I could smell how delicious and satisfying the meal was about to be, but I wasn’t actually able to eat any of it yet.

“Ungh.” His groan was drawn out and sexier than it had any right to be. “I bet you taste as sweet as you look, baby.”

I let my hand travel down between my thighs, knowing he’d need a little more inspiration to help him get there. This didn’t need to be a lengthy session; I just needed him to come.

“Oh, Cole. I’m so wet for you.”

He groaned again, his panted breaths coming closer together as he worked himself over. “Yeah, you are. Fuck. It’s been too long. I’m close.”

“How close?” I breathed, desperate to feed.

“Too close. Goddamn, baby. I’m . . .”

“Come on, Cole. Give it to me.”

“Yes, I’ll give y—” His pleasure-filled words cut off as a wall-rattling clap of thunder exploded overhead, and the power went out and with it, the Wi-Fi.

“No!” I shouted, slamming the laptop lid down. “Motherfucker!”

Malice had better fix this right fucking now. A girl could only take so much deprivation. I got to my feet and instantly regretted it as my head swam and the floor tilted.

“Merri?” Sin asked, pushing my door open and inviting himself inside just in time to watch my graceless fall to the floor. “Fuck!”

He scooped me into his lap, brushing my hair away from my face and looking down into my eyes.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” I asked, my voice weak as the starvation got the better of me.

He shrugged. “I was sort of holed up outside your door waiting to see if you’d have any leftovers.”

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