Page 83 of Sinner
“Why?”
“I want to see your face.”
“Want to be sure which of us is fucking you?”
Nix snorted. “I can tell you apart with my eyes closed, Majesty.”
“Care to put that to the test?” Lake liked the idea. A lot.
“Deal.” He reached for his pants. “Later.”
“Weren’t you just the one talking about how we’ve already done this tonight?”
“I love your cock, you know that.” As if to prove it, Nix freed him and gave him a pump.
“Justmy cock?”
Nix paused and then used his free hand to remove his own mask, even though Lake hadn’t yet taken off his. Once that was done, he stared up at him. “I love you. I love all of you.”
His mouth twitched. “But you love this part of me most of all.”
“Well, duh.” Nix shot up and pressed his lips over Lake’s mask where his mouth was covered. “Now use my favorite part to teach me a lesson.”
“Lesson for what?”
Nix pretended to think it over, the playful glint in his eyes giving him away. “Remember when you made me say you taste better than West? Well, I’ve had a few goes at it since, and I think maybe West actually—”
Lake tore his mask off and glared down at him. “Finish that sentence, Songbird. I dare you.”
The bratty grin on Nix’s face clued Lake into what he was about to say next before he’d even opened his mouth.
“Punishment it is.” He’d be thorough this time, too. “You aren’t leaving this room until I’ve pumped so much come down this pretty little throat of yours you can’t even remember what West tastes like.”
They didn’t really have that much time. The Haunt went all night, but it really wouldn’t be fair of him to hog Nix for the entirety of it.
Still, he could do his best in the time that they did have.
Chapter 28:
West came to slowly, and the first thing he noticed was that his hands were tied behind his back.
The second thing he noticed was Beck seated a safe distance away.
“What the actual fuck?” he growled, fighting against his bonds. There was no give at all.
They were in one of the classrooms, the tables having been moved off to the side, leaving the center of the room open and spacious. The door was shut, and Beck was perched on a stool right in front of it, as though just in case.
West’s mask had been removed, but he didn’t bother looking for it, keeping his eyes locked on the man whom he’d once called a friend. A range of emotions rushed through him,and he struggled to get a handle on any of them, glaring daggers while the silence stretched on.
Beck was dressed in a dark suit with navy glitter woven through the threads. There was a mask on a nearby table, but West couldn’t get a good look at it, all he knew was it wasn’t the one June had made for him, so must belong to the professor.
“Untie me,” West demanded when the quiet got too much for him.
“I will,” Beck surprised him by saying. “Once you calm down.”
“I’m fucking calm!”
“I’m sorry, it couldn’t be helped. Your father was just here. I needed to show him I can handle you.”
