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With shaking legs, I hurry out of the kitchen and go to my room, where I lock the door. An empty gesture since I’m sure Gideon has all the keys to the house in his possession, but somehow twisting the lock helps calm me. That’s a good thing. The last thing I need is to trigger a panic-fueled asthma attack. Even though the new meds I’m on control my asthma much better, I still have to be careful of my triggers. I go into the bathroom to clean and bandage the cuts on my neck.

I just met the man who killed Sin’s mother. Of course, I’d believed Sin last night when he told me about his father, but seeing the monster on full display that I’d only had glimpses of before, I have a better understanding of the kind of hell Sin endured growing up. My heart aches for the boy who lost his mother and was forced to be raised by her murderer. He hadn’t gone into any detail about what Gideon’scorrectionsentailed, but I’m sick from imagining what that man must have put him through.

I’d already woken up motivated this morning to research ways I could help Sin on his quest to see his father pay for his crimes. Now I’m even more determined. Being able to look at our past from a new perspective, I realize how much Sin protected me from his father. Now it’s my turn to protect Sin. I’m going to help remove Gideon from Sin’s life. He deserves to finally be free of that monster.

Chapter 32

Sin

I wake up to find Cassidy has taken over my room. He’s sitting cross-legged on my bed, totally engrossed in whatever he’s studying, splitting his attention between two laptops and several open books. Occasionally, he stops to quietly dictate notes on his phone.

A wave of warmth hits me at the sight. I let him see all of me last night, and he didn’t run. Instead, he wrapped himself around me tight and didn’t let go. And he’s still here this morning.

Though he should be underneath the covers and in my arms.

So focused on his studies, he doesn’t even notice I’m awake until I reach over and push the books over the edge of the bed so they tumble to the floor.

Childish, I know, but I never claimed to be mature.

He looks over at me with an irritated furrow between his brows that I find is impossibly cute. “I was reading those!” he says in a fussy voice I recognize from our tutoring sessions. “And that’s no way to treat books.”

It is a focused and studious Cassidy in residence this morning, and I’m instantly intent on seeing how long it takesme to bring back the wild boy who screamed in my arms last night. I’m betting not very long at all.

“My bed’s not a library,” I tell him, throwing back the covers. He glances up from his computer at the movement, and his eyes freeze as they focus on my naked body. “And when you’re in it, I want to be the focus of your attention.”

“You—” he gulps, “you should probably sleep in pajamas,” he says.

“Nah. Too hot.” I make a show of stretching my body, each flex of my muscles just for him. A smug satisfaction goes through me when Cassidy licks his lips in reaction. “Plus, I’d just have to go to all the unnecessary work of taking them off when you come and climb back under the covers with me.”

“I’m doing some important research,” he insists, still not taking his eyes off me.

“We’ll be quick,” I lie to him, knowing I won’t be letting him out of my bed until I’m absolutely forced to.

He hesitates, obviously conflicted, but I know how to topple his self-restraint. He keeps saying he wants to learn how to pleasure me. Like sex with Cassidy hasn’t completely blown away every other sexual experience I’ve ever had. But if he wants to learn my body, maybe it’s my turn to play tutor.

“I really need to get back to my research,” he says, like the good student that he is.

“Shame,” I tell him. “I was going to lie back and let you have your way with me.” I take myself in hand and start stroking my cock. “But if you’re too busy,” I nod at his computers, “just go back to what you were doing. I can take care of myself.”

I try not to break into a victory smirk when he shuts both computers, carefully lays them on my bureau, and then crawls to me. I stop stroking my cock and put my hands palms down on the mattress, beyond excited for him to take the lead.

What’s that?” I ask, nodding at the two bandaged spots on his neck. Did you cut yourself shaving?”

He flushes and then gives an almost imperceptible shake of his head. I’m about to question him more when he looks at my cock and licks his lips, and all sentient thoughts fly out of my head.

Where should I start, he asks like a proper student.

“Just touch me,” I tell him. “You can improv from there.”

Shyly, he reaches out and runs his hand over my stomach. He watches, fascinated, as my stomach muscles pulse under his touch.

He leans over and drops a small kiss where his hand just touched, the tickle of his hair against my nipples sends shivers up my spine.

The old jaded, tried every position and kink in the books and out of them, Sin wouldn’t believe that such an innocent touch could have such a breathlessly excited effect on me, but that Sin was definitely missing out. Not that I don’t plan on exploring every kink and position, Cassidy is up for with him, but the difference is that with Cassidy, I don’t think sex, even at its most vanilla, could ever be boring.

Cassidy proves me right by running a hand up my thigh, and it might as well be my cock by the way it thickens at the touch. He watches fascinated as it grows. He licks his lips but doesn’t seem ready to go any further.

”Why don’t you taste a drop of my precum?” I suggest, lowering my finger to collect a drop of it from my slit and then hold my finger out for him. “Want a sample?”

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