Page 119 of Caged In

His smile threatens to split his cheeks in half it’s so wide. He grabs Sin’s eyes with his own and flicks his chin at the chair. Watching the male raise a brow in question.

Sin prowls over and slumps into the empty chair. If The Gang wasn’t tense before, they sure are now. All of them stiffening when they realise who just sat down.

Izz makes a point of looking every single one of them in the eye, before stopping on Sin. Who has questions written in his black eyes, but doesn’t voice any of them, “I choose if we fuck, yes?”

He can feel the entire table stop breathing. You could cut the air with a butter knife with the amount of tension thats in it.

Izz’s been around Sin enough to see he’s intrigued by this line of questioning and the events unfolding. Amusement lingering in his eyes, his lack of facial expressions giving nothing away.

“You do,” Sin’s eyes stay locked on Izz, ignoring the rest of them.

“You’d protect me? Even if I told you right now that I don’t want to fuck, ever again.”

He watches the faint smirk pick up the side of Sin’s lips, a barely noticeable change in his static expression. Sin’s caught onto what Izz’s doing.

Sin’s leg brushes Izz’s as he leans back in the flimsy chair, crossing his arms over his chest, “why would I be so shallow as to exchange sex for protection. Only a naive fool would think that way.”

Izz can’t hold in his amusement. Waggling his eyebrows at The Gang, who are staring with wide eyes. A realI-told-you-sosmirk spreading over his face. He has to bite his cheeks to stop the laugh bubbling up in his throat from escaping.

“As much as this consent conversation has been thrilling,” Sin states dryly. “I’m getting food. You coming.” Izz can tell Sin’s not asking a question, and is only framing it in such a way for the table’s benefit.

Izz follows suit as Sin rises to his full height, his aura of power coating the air around him as he strides back out of the room, with a jittery Izz hot on his trail.

Izz practically skips down the corridor. His body light. His mind clear. He’s better than ever. With zero aches or pains.

“Care to share what your little stunt was all about,” Sin grips Izz’s elbow to still the jumping movements. Corralling Izz to his side to avoid colliding with a wall.

“They think I’m gullible and being manipulated by you into sexual acts I don’t want to do,” Izz frowns, staring at his elbow, wondering why Sin has grabbed him.

“You seemed pretty fond of what I was doing to you,” Sin states, releasing Izz’s arm.

Izz steps in closer to Sin, leaning on the male as they walk down the corridor together. Ignoring the side glances he receives from passing inmates.

“Oh, I am,” Izz sticks his hand into Sin’s pocket, earning himself a weirdlook from Sin—cross between puzzlement and amusement. “And I want to do them again. The guys were being dicks about it, that’s all. And no, you can’t kill them.”

At that, Sin chuckles, “wasn’t planning on it.”

“Oh please,” he draws out the last word, voice dripping with sarcasm. “As if you wouldn’t spontaneously kill someone.” Izz rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath, “making out like you need a plan.”

Izz stumbles as he trips on something. His shoe? The floor? Air? Who knows.

“I think those drugs you took are working,” Sin advises softly. Redirecting Izz from walking right past the cafeteria doors.

“What? Why? What makes you say that?” He feels fine. Completely normal. No pain or nothing.

Sin raises a brow, lightly shoving Izz towards the doors when he stops moving. Encouraging him without words to continue. So he does. But not before waving a hand in Sin’s face, dismissing the mohawked male.

“Pfff. They are not. I’m completely normal.”

Totally normal.

Drugs or no drugs, he’s as he always is . . . Is. Is . . . ?

What was I thinking about again?

“Indeed,” Sin states flatly.

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