Page 34 of Sin

Fuck me, Merri was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. The moment I entered the private chat room, my dick went from mostly hard to straining behind my fly. The little succubus sat on her bed, blinking those big doe eyes at the camera, fawning for me as she toyed with the sash of her robe.

“Hi,” she purred, lifting a hand and wiggling her fingers at me. “Are you comfortable sharing your name with me?”

I had to swallow back a groan at the thought of her whimpering, moaning, or screaming my name. Not that I could give it to her. I was incognito. But the thought of hearing her doing that with any other fucker’s name pissed me off. What a quandary.

Sitting back in my chair, I watched her wait patiently for my reply. What could I use that benefited me as well?

Then it came to me. A name I hadn’t heard in far too long. One I’d given up in exchange for immortality.

Emmett St. James

Disgraced film star.

The man I’d been. The one I buried so Sinclair St. James could rise from his ashes.

Emmett, I typed after what I hoped wasn’t too long of a pause.

Merri’s smile stretched as she read my reply. “Pleasure to meet you, Emmett.”

OriginalSin:

Not yet, but it will be.

I knew I’d made the right call with my response when she giggled, “Cocky. I like it.”

OriginalSin:

Confident. Not cocky.

She leaned forward, giving me a view of her full breasts as they strained behind the strips of fabric barely covering them. “What are you here for, Emmett? What do you like?”

The tent in my pants said I liked every fucking thing she had to offer, but I couldn’t feed on my own lust. I needed hers.

OriginalSin:

This isn’t about what I like, baby. I want you to feel good.

In what was clearly a practiced move, Merri let her long hair fall over one shoulder and gave me a look from beneath her thick lashes. “I feel good when you feel good.”

OriginalSin:

Trust me, beautiful. Looking at you makes me feel really fucking good.

“Is that so?” she crooned, her fingers trailing over the full swell of her breasts.

Closing my eyes, I attempted to take in her energy, to sip from the lust she should be sending my way. Nothing. It was like trying to drink through a broken straw. This was never going to work if she wasn’t genuinely enjoying herself. I had to pivot. Fast.

I rapidly drummed my fingers on my desk, thoughts racing a mile a minute as I came up with and discarded a dozen possibilities.

“No, dumbass. You need to set yourself apart from the other horny fuckers who pay for her time.”

I couldn’t seduce her properly from behind this screen. Words in a chat bubble only went so far. But a voice?Myvoice? That could make women wet and men hard from fifty paces when I put power behind it. The only problem was, she’d know who I was the instant she heard me. We’d had enough conversations for the jig to be up with the first sentence.

Unless I put my acting skills to good use.

I’d won a few major awards in my day. I could do this. Accents were—mostly—my forte. And as an incubus, I was basically a walking chameleon. There was no part I couldn’t play to perfection. But the part I was interested in right now was becoming Merri’s dream lover.

Who the fuck was that?

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