to his tone that made my gut twist. "When people figure out my Order they tend to be after one thing. In fact, I've never had anyone make me work for it like you do. Never had anyone make me work for it at all."
"Sin," I said softly, wishing I could reach out and touch him. "That sucks."
"Yeah well, what do I care? I can be every fucker's dirtiest fantasy and know for a fact that I'll be the best lay they ever have. What more do I need?" he said dismissively but there was a hint of anger to that statement too.
A long beat of silence passed between us and I sighed. "Tell me something about you," I said. "Something real. Not sexual. Something you care about."
He tutted like he didn't believe I really gave a shit about that, but I just waited for him to go on.
"I like fixing up old cars," he said eventually. "Like really fixing them up, the full works. Complete engine re-build, interior overhaul, paintwork, the lot. I had this fucking stunning old Minostang which I painted cherry red. It was like the ultimate sex on wheels car...err, I mean, forget the sex part of that, but you get the drift."
I smirked up at the ceiling as I imagined Sin camped out beneath the hood of an old engine, grease smeared up his arms and making those tattoos all dirty. It definitely wasn't a bad visual.
"My nonno used to have this old Faevette, bought it from new back in the sixties and it was a fucking beaut," I said.
"I bet," Sin purred. "Maybe if you really break my ass out of here, I can take you for a drive down the coast some time? The Cerulean Sea gets to just the right temperature for skinny dipping by midsummer and the Ammabond beach stretches on for miles and miles with nothing but pure, white sand. I was gonna buy myself a house right on the seafront there one day."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, closing my eyes as I pictured that slice of paradise. "I've barely ever left Alestria. My family is there, my gang, my whole world really. But I think I'd like to see that."
"You wanna date me, kitten? I promise I'll make you purr if you do."
I laughed and he groaned again.
"I thought you said no sex," he accused. "You can't offer up that dirty laugh and expect me not to get hard for you, sugar plum."
"I can't control how much you like my laugh," I protested and it didn't escape my notice that I'd laughed more in the last hour of his company than I had in the entire three months I'd been stuck down here. I mean I’d only have to have laughed once for that to be true, but still, I actually didn’t feel like utter shit right now and that had to mean something.
"And I can't control how much I like making you laugh, beautiful girl," he said seductively and a shiver raced down my spine at his words. Fuck, a night with Sin Wilder was definitely going to be something to remember. Maybe I should have been considering his offer more seriously. Dating him would be one hell of a ride.
"How long were you down here before I got you out?" I asked him softly and he blew out a breath.
"Too long, kitten," he sighed. "Too fucking long."
A loud bang from the corridor outside made me flinch and the sound of several guards' footsteps pounding along the walkway drew my attention to the door.
A moment later my door swung open and the bright light from beyond it illuminated Hastings standing in the doorway with Officers Rind and Nichols behind him like two big, cumbersome statues that had been oddly placed. I swear those guys never even blinked. I didn’t really know many Minotaurs so maybe they were all like that…or maybe these two were just all brawn and no brain.
"Good news, Twelve," Hastings said, offering up a bright smile as he looked down at me where I lay on the floor. "Your time in the hole is officially up. You are about to re-join gen pop."
My heart lurched as I looked to Sin, whose face I could just see illuminated through the grate now that the light from the corridor was spilling in.
"They only gave me a week this time, poppet. But if you wanna help me pass the time better, you could always flash me the goods." He