Page 640 of Rage

We walk to the bathroom connected to Kieran’s bedroom. As soon as the bathroom door closes, Sin starts taking off his clothes. I walk to the shower and turn it on, adjusting the temperature until it’s just right. Sin steps in, and whilehe washes the blood away, I undress. I step into the shower, grabbing the loofa from Sin and washing his back. If the blood really wasn’t his, I bet he wants every inch of his body scrubbed clean.

When I’m done, he turns around, letting the water rinse the soap off. Sin grabs my jaw and brings his mouth down onto mine. The kiss is hungry and soft at the same time. Sin is hesitant to take things further, I can feel it. I drop onto my knees and wrap my hand around his semi hard dick. I bring my mouth to his cock and lick from base to tip, over every piece of metal in his dick, flicking the piercing on his head with my tongue.

I swirl my tongue around the tip, that always drives me wild when Kieran does it. It has the desired effect when Sin reaches down and drags my head forward, slipping his now hard length in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and let him thrust into my mouth at his own pace. He pushes to the back of my throat. I gag when the bar hits the back of my throat, causing Sin to pull back.

I’ve never done this before; I just know what I like done to me. I’m just mimicking Kieran right now, but it’s hard with his piercings. Sin slows his pace some, and I start sucking and swirling my tongue. He grunts and bucks his hips. I grab his balls and squeeze them a little. I suck one more time and release him with a pop.

Bringing my hand to my mouth, I suck my finger, getting it nice and wet before placing it at his asshole. I grab his shaft with my free hand, then bringing my mouth to it, I start licking and sucking on him.

I slowly push my finger into his tight hole. Sin gasps and bucks his hips faster while I finger his asshole. Sin starts coming and I swallow every drop. I stand slowly. He grabs my chin forcefully. Sin turns my head and brings his lips onto mine.

Breaking away he looks into my eyes. “Thank you.”

“You needed it; you seemed stressed.”

“No, not for the head, however amazing it was. I meant the trust you showed by dropping to your knees and letting me be the first you’ve done that with.”

With that, he climbs out of the shower and dries off. I stare after him. surprised a man like Sin would thank anyone for something like that. I following him out of the shower and to Kieran’s room, hurrying to dry off and pulling on my clothes on my way into her room. She cracks open her eyes when Sin gently shakes her.

“We need to talk,” Sin requests.

“What time is it?” Kieran asks while stretching.

“It’s nine-thirty,” Sin answers.

“Where have you been all day?” Kieran snaps at Sin.

“Jealous, baby?” Sin taunts.

She scoffs at him. “Me? Jealous? Please.”

“What if I told you I was out with another girl?” he asks.

I watch as her face twists with anger. I think Sin is joking, but I’ve been wondering where he’s been all day too. Kieran sits up in bed and folds her arms, pushing her tits up. With the tank top she’s wearing, it makes her tits look big. They are definitely bigger than usual. Sin may have a troubled past but that is no excuse for what he’s done to Kieran.

“Then go back to her!” Kieran yells.

“Calm down baby, I wasn’t with anyone else,” Sin rushes to soothe the angry woman sitting in bed. “I promise there’s no one else for me besides you two.”

Kieran searches his face, looking for a lie. When she sees nothing but sincerity in his eyes, she relaxes slightly.

“Then where were you?” she tries again.

“That’s what we need to talk about,” Sin announces. “Noah, you may want to sit for this.”

I look at him quizzically, but walk to the bed and sit.

“I killed your father.”

‘I killed your father.’

Those words spin around in my head. My father’s dead. He’s gone forever. I want to feel bad. I want to be sad, but I can’t. He was never a father to me–cold and heartless. My heart thumps, slow, steady, even, as always, shocked at my lack of feeling. No, that isn’t true. I take one deep breath and then another, trying to identify the emotion crawling up from the depths of my soul.

Freedom. I’m free. Sin freed me.

“Are you mad?” Sin asks.

“No, I’m not,” I answer honestly. “I feel like I should be, but I’m not.”

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