In the Hands of Sin - Choose Your Own Adventure!

Please Him

"I like you," you whisper to him. He takes his eyes away from your wounds to glare at you. Sin takes your hand and puts in on his head, letting you run your fingers through his soft, messy hair. His intense stare made you feel full of something primal. You fist tightens, pulling his hair. He allows this, his lips parted slightly. 

CONTINUE?

KEEP GOING - continue here

DON'T DO ANYTHING - go to On Strike

You couldn't hold back.

You quickly grab his shirt, pulling it over his head. As soon as it's off, he stands up and forces you to your feet. The tall, skinny male picks you up and sits you on his workbench, moving between your legs. You get a long, good look at his abdomen. He's well built, but not buff. Slim is the best way to describe his body. He runs his hand down your chest, looking you up and down like you did to him.

"You..." he grins, his pupils constricting, "You're driving me insane." His fingers began digging into your sides to the point where it was really hurting.

"Sin, you're hurting me," you pant, your hands on his shoulders. He was too involved in his own actions to listen to what you had to say. You lean in to kiss him and he takes the lead, pulling your body closer to his as your lips press together aggressively. Sin pulls you down from the workbench, pushing you to your knees and shoving you against the wooden bench. Your head hits it and begins to hurt. You try to sit but he keeps you from doing so, making you continue to stand on your knees.

Sin slowly takes out his knife and you fill with panic. You quickly stand up.

"NO." He holds you in place, grabbing your throat but letting you stay standing. Sin's grip begins to choke you as he laughs to himself, rubbing up against you. You feel his erection and your face reddens. You begin to return the motion and do the same. You try to stay as calm as possible while he presses the knife against your neck. He momentarily looks at your eyes and furrows his brows.

"My old friend would've hated you," a grin grew across his face as you lift your hand to feel his skin. You feel his cheekbones, he's very thin.

"How come?" you stutter out.

He bites his lip, "She was this goody goody girl, thought she was superior to everyone because she was holy and good with god." The knife starts rubbing your neck uncomfortably as he continues.

"Oh..." you say, trying to keep it simple. You're unsure if talking about this would anger him. The knife to your neck was close to breaking skin and you didn't want to push Sin to do more. You just enjoy the moment for what it is. Sin isn't bad looking at all and you focus on his face, watching it change in pleasure.

"She thought she was better than me," he growls, pressing against you harder and thrusting towards your hips.

"Sin," you whine for him, "she isn't better than you." His smirks and rests his forehead on yours. His eyes roll back as he finishes.

sin vented to you.

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