Darkmore Penitentiary 2 - Caroline Peckham Page 0,29

most obvious thing in the world and sure, now it seemed that way. But at the time I'd been caught up in the ridiculous idea that Cain’s death was intolerable to me, that he meant something to me, that we had something worth risking everything for. More fool me.

"I realise that now," I huffed. "But at the time I was obviously deluded as fuck because I opted to heal him instead."

"Oh fuck, you just killed my boner. Why the hell would you save that motherfucker’s life?" Sin cursed. "I was pretty close to coming, too."

"What?" I demanded. "You're not seriously jerking off in there are you?"

"No. Not now, obviously," he replied pissily. “All that talk of saving assholes turned me right off.”

"What the fuck, Sin? I thought we were having a serious discussion," I snapped. Gah, he was so damn frustrating at times.

"Well, I just thought you were really fucking bad at dirty talk and I was trying to spare your feelings," he grunted. "But now I know you're a guard lover, I don't know what to do with my cock."

"Maybe just put it back away?" I growled.

"Put what away?"

"Your cock, stronzo," I snapped.

"And we have lift off! Tell me how much you hate me for letting the Belorian out then, baby doll, and let's see how fast I can finish," he purred and the distinctive sound of his hand slicking up and down his cock made me blush, and bite my lip and consider things I didn’t want to be considering right now because I was meant to be mad as all hell with him. But I’d also been so damn lonely down here for so damn long that it was hard not to just enjoy his company despite all my reasons to be mad.

"No," I hissed before buttoning my lip. He wasn't going to get away with this shit that easily and I certainly wasn't going to let him hate jerk off over me. Was that even a thing? Damn stronzo seemed to want to make it a thing. So I was going to give him the one thing that he couldn't use for any kind of sexual gratification - silence.

"Please, carina, I'm so hard and I've been aching for you for so long," he groaned and okay, I was maybe a bit flattered by the idea of this sexy as fuck Incubus saving himself for me, but I'd never admit it and I sure as shit wasn't replying. Plus, had he just called me carina? As in Faetalian for cutie? Because I knew for a fact he wasn't Faetalian. I'd read his file front to back and it was as short as it was sweet. Sin Wilder - or Whitney Northfield as he'd been christened - was a street kid from outer Iperia and he shared zero heritage with me. So maybe he’d made the effort to learn that for my benefit which I irritatingly couldn’t hate on either because that was sweet as fuck. Even if it was just meant for dirty talk purposes.

“There’s got to be something I can do to make you forgive me. Something you need…” he pressed and to be fair, I did still need the ingredients to neutralise the Order Suppressant.

“I could maybe forgive you, if you got me a Sunstone Crystal and a Nevercot Plum,” I said slowly, wondering if he could pull it off.

"Maybe? Come on, bella, stop teasing me. I'll get you that Sunstone Crystal you need for your hocus pocus with the escape plan. And the Nevercot Plum too. I'll get 'em for you so good, you'll want to reward me for it with a night between those bronze thighs of yours. Hell, I can just bury my face down there and see how many ways I can use my tongue to make you come. Ball park figure I'll be going for is sixteen - did I ever tell you that I once met a guy whose ultimate fantasy was a Basilisk Shifter who had only shifted his tongue into snake form? I can shift it and make you feel things you've never even imagined, kitten."

"Are you ever just serious?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow even though he couldn't see me.

Sin groaned and huffed out a frustrated breath. "Fine. I'll put my dick away if you really want serious," he said. "But you'd be the first woman who ever wanted that from me in my adult life."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said and there was a bitterness