Word Count: 1816

¬Millicent

This has to work.

I wait patiently in my room, pacing back and forth insistently. Running through my plan over and over in my head, I think about each word I shared between both Kyser and Sinful. I asked Kyser to my room at the hour, and Sinful just a few minutes later. This could either go exactly to plan, or terribly wrong.

All I know is there are a million variables, all of which are too frightening to think about. I'm dealing with two very powerful men, who could react in opposing ways to what I have planned. But right now it's my best option.

Kyser walks through the door, making me flinch. I'm not ready for this, for the consequences of what I'm about to do.

"It's really no use trying to figure out the extent of Sinful's power. I've been trying for as long as I can remember," he mutters as he walks in, not suspecting anything. I watch him slowly roll up the cuffs of his black short, exposing more of his forearm as he does so.

Kyser - the Moon - whoever he may be, chose and created the perfect body. He may be strange, with his stark white hair that is smoothed perfectly back, only a few strands ever falling out of place. I know he is hiding his true eyes, that odd milkiness that has been replaced by icy blue irises. It's his way of trying to prove he doesn't have magic.

Thankfully I see right through him. But it's not about that right now.

I rest my hip against the dresser, starting him down. This is what it's about, seducing him. Whether he is going to fall for it or not, is another story.

"How can you be sure it's a lot, then?" I ask absently. Kyser doesn't even look twice at me, as he looks vacantly throughout my room. Then, finally, his eyes fall upon me, frowning slightly. I didn't dress too scandalously, but my dress is shorter than I've ever worn, more of my upper thighs being shown more than I'm comfortable with. Even my shoulders are exposed, all the way down to my collarbones.

It's not about luring Kyser to me. It's about fooling Sinful. His stubborn ways aren't going to repent without me being honest with him. The issue with that, being I can't, without seriously risking his life. Who knows what Kyser can do, and until I find a way to eliminate him, this is my best option

Make Sinful jealous. Make him think Kyser is a threat, and that the only way to deal with this is to disallow him to be here.

Anything to give me space from Kyser's scrutiny. Kyser won't out himself to Sinful just yet, even if he gets kicked from his estate. If Sinful won't listen to me and my suspicions, then maybe he will be driven by a much more overwhelming incentive.

Even if he may hate me after.

"That's not something I'm about to tell-"

Deciding Kyser isn't going to come near me without me making the first move, I advance on him, hoping Sinful will walk in at any moment.

He flinches slightly, as I grab both sides of his face, drawing his lips to mine. There's a brief moment where I'm not sure if this is the right plan, as Kyser's lips, surprisingly cold, are pressed against mine. I want to push away from him, yet I know I can't.

Kyser doesn't pull away like I suspected him to, in fact, he reaches for my waist and pulls me closer, making me yelp against his lips. Wrong. This is wrong.

"What's going on?"

I pull away, not having to fake the flush that touches my cheeks as I stumble back from Kyser. Sinful stands at the doorway, a frown etched into his features that I imagine isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Kyser wipes his mouth, as if he could wish away the kiss that just happened.

"That's a great question," Kyser mutters in reply to Sinful, eyes blazing wildly as he stares me down. I stand there awkwardly, looking between my mate, and the man he caught me kissing.

I scramble. "It isn't what it looks like."

"What am I meant to be seeing then?" Sinful question softly. He doesn't explode with anger, doesn't attack Kyser. He just looks at me, like he is trying to decipher why I would do this right in front of him, why I would even go near Kyser in the first place.

"I don't know," I breathe, the sick feeling in my stomach completely real. Despite this being staged by me, I feel like I've been caught in the act for real. "Please don't be angry."

He shakes his head at me, slowly and thoughtfully. "I'm not angry, I'm just confused. I thought we were doing okay."

"I'm sorry," I breathe.

Sinful blinks, once, twice, before he turns and walks away leaving me speechless and unsure of what to do next. It went exactly as I intended, yet I feel so ill, so wrong in having done that. Once you find your mate, you're not meant to be tempted by anyone else. All these years I have known Sinful to be my mate, I have had only interest in him. It's not like I've had access to anyone else, but even if I did, that wouldn't change anything.

I go to follow Sinful, to finish what I started, but Kyser grabs my arm."Woah, don't think you get to walk away from this."

"Do you mind, Kyser," I mutter, pulling my arm from his grasp.

"What the hell was that?" he questions, confusion and another unknown emotion swimming in his eyes. Did he want that kiss? I don't want to think too deeply into what happened, but I swear for a moment there, he kissed me back. "You kissed me. Why?"

"You didn't like it?" I breathe, trying to appear surprised that he would question me. One moment I hated him, the next I'm kissing him...I can understand his confusion, but I need him to think it's real. That will be the defining factor in selling it to Sinful.

"Millicent...did you really want to kiss me?" he questions, confirming my suspicions. "Don't you despise me?"

"I'm sorry, I can't explain it. It was just an overwhelming feeling," I tell him absently, looking out the door, desperate to follow Sinful to see what he is thinking. If he is angry at Kyser, then this all would have been successful.

"Then kiss me again."

"What?"

Kyser takes a step forward, which I match backward. "Come on, if you want it so bad. I'm not going to protest if you want to kiss me again."

"I need to go speak to my mate, who likely hates me now," I mutter, not having time to be arguing with Kyser.

"If you say so," he breathes. "I'll be waiting."

I can't help my roll my eyes, pushing past him and out the door. Quickly as my feet will allow me, I make my way downstairs, looking around for where Sinful might have gone. Suspecting his office, I make my way there, to find out I'm right. He sits behind his desk, head in his hands.

"Sinful," I murmur. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not jealous, although killing him does seem awfully appealing right now," he says in his hands, before he glances up at me, lavender eyes consumed in a variety of emotions that have my stomach aching. "I just want to know why you kissed him, after you wanted him to leave."

I grit my teeth, trying to find a convincing lie. "I want him to leave because I was tempted by him."

He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply. My one desire is to break this facade, and show him that it was nothing, and explain to him the entire plan, who Kyser is and everything. But I can't. I care about him too much to put that risk upon him.

"Do I not tempt you?"

"Sinful..."

"What does Kyser have that I don't? We have the mate bond, is that not enough?" he mutters, his questions coming relentlessly, leaving me speechless. "Am I not good enough for you. Do I need to be more assertive about how I feel about you?"

Suddenly he is standing, staring at me with a gaze of molten hot fire. The temperature in the room has increased, as with the tension between us. The anger, confusion and desire that Sinful exudes leaves my mouth dry.

"You don't have to do anything."

"I like you, Millicent. I love you. And I want you. Is that not enough?" he demands, rounding the desk. My back is pressed tightly against his office door, wondering if it might just be easier to turn around and run away, as far as I possibly can.

He doesn't stop until he is right beside me, resting a hand right by the side of my head. "I know you want me, Millicent. I'm a Sin...Lust. I know these things, I can sense it."

Heat consumes me, embarrassment flourishing in my cheeks. He can sense it...of course he can. Could he sense that I had no interest in kissing Kyser? I can't imagine he did, with the way that he is reacting. Either way, I shudder, my mind betraying me as it recalls the night I touched myself to the picture of him. What would he say now if he thought about that?

"Then why act like this? Why do you want me to admit it?" I growl.

"I want you to admit, that despite all these years we have spent away from each other, you still think there is a chance with us," he breathes, his breath brushing tauntingly against my lips. With the heady scent of jasmine that is so typically Sinful, and the heat that comes off him, I can't ignore the way my head spins, the way my mind goes to dangerous places, despite the situation.

I cross my arms over my chest. "I will admit that, when you tell me all these secrets you keep hiding. You tell me about your power."

The mask of desire slips. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm scared that if you get to know me, you won't want to be with me," he murmurs, grimacing. And for once, I believe him.

💚••💚

Want more? Read SINFUL'S LUST ahead on Radish!! It's ten chapters in advance at all times! (:

🍏••🍏

Hey guys! I'm writing a whole new book as apart of the Immortal Sin's series (Involving the one you're currently reading). It can be read as a stand-alone, but is the next book in this series.

This story follows the Immortal Cian!

HIS SIN

Instagram: Sophie_Midika

~Midika 💜🐼