Page 20 of Sin

My cock throbbed as though reminding me of exactly how long it had been since I’d had a release. Centuries. I hadn’t touched myself or anyone else in literal centuries. I’m pretty sure that made me some kind of born-again virgin, without the religious fanfare of it all.

“This would be easier if you weren’t so on edge,” Merri said as she repositioned herself in the camera view from the desk.

“I’m not on edge.”

“Liar.”

“Don’t,” I warned. “You won’t like what happens if you keep poking at us. We’re not made of stone. We will snap.”

“Right, because you’re the horsemen.” She tapped her lower lip. “Which one are you, I wonder?”

When I didn’t provide an answer, she shrugged and said, “Anyway, the big guy seems like he might be made of stone.”

“Chaos. He has a very short fuse.”

She plopped down on the bed and sighed. “So I can’t poke at you, I’m assuming I’m not allowed to leave, and I probably can’t touch anything. WhatcanI do?”

“I suppose you could leave, but not alone. You need one of us with you at all times. That’s not up for discussion. Also, this is Grim’s penthouse, so I’m not at liberty to tell you what you can and cannot touch, but he’s very... fussy about his things. I definitely wouldn’t go after his whiskey if I were you.”

She wrinkled her nose. “What would I want with his whiskey? Do you think I’m just going to get drunk in my room by myself?”

“I certainly would.”

“Because you’re a million years old.”

“Not quite.”

“Close enough.”

“Grim is older than me.”

“And?”

I frowned, not sure why I’d felt the need to point it out. “Seemed like it was worth mentioning,” I mumbled.

Oh fuck, her little nipples were hard and pressing against the sheer fabric of that damned lingerie she was still wearing. Tearing my gaze away from her, I took a few deep breaths, which was a mistake of epic proportions. She smelled too fucking good.

“Merri, this is important,” I bit out as I made my way toward escape.

“Go on. Lay it on me, Malice. I can see you want to. What is it?”

My cock twitched.

She doesn’t mean like that.

“I’ve installed a number of firewalls and other protective measures on your computer. That will only do so much, however, unless you are also careful.”

“I’m not an idiot, Mal. I’ve been camming for years now. I know how to keep myself safe.”

“Still, it would be irresponsible of me not to remind you that under absolutely no circumstances are you to share the details of your whereabouts with anyone. I don’t care if it's your mother. No one means no one.”

“Well, seeing as I don’t know my birth mother and have absolutely no idea where I am anyway, pretty sure that won’t be a problem.”

“Peachy.”

She stood, stretching her arms and rolling her shoulders before settling in at the desk. Without a glance back at me, she began typing, pulling up her camming website as I stood there.

I recognized a dismissal when I saw one.

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