My Trash Talent Is Actually OP!
Chapter 57 - 57: Punishments [1]R18

Not far from Asher's apartment, about 15 blocks away, the second the sky became dark, Sinnett landed effortlessly on the roof of his penthouse.

He took a quick glance at the bottom where the entrance was, to ensure his bodyguards were in position. Then he smiled and phased through the ground, appearing before them.

They didn't seem frightened, as they had gotten used to his frequent disappearances and popping out of nowhere.

One of his bodyguards, the kitsune with golden eyes, tilted his head slightly to get a better look at the girl in Sinnett's locs. His ears and tail, which should have been wagging slowly, remained still as his brows curved.

"Sir... please tell me you are not going to do the same thing with this one."

Sinnett smirked. He almost laughed but shook his head. "Those ones are for official benefits. She..." he gestured at Cinder and brought her forth.

He pulled the cap over her head, revealing her luscious and long pink hair that fell over her face, but was pushed back by his locs, revealing her beautiful pink eyes that seemed to gleam faintly.

She said nothing, only able to glare since her mouth was covered.

His other bodyguard, who had recognized her, bit his lips, showing his fangs as he cast a look at Sinnett, who just smiled knowingly, confirming his suspicions.

"Master, how did you manage to break in, talk more of get a hold of her?"

Sinnett shrugged. "A little help from my new friends, and a little family magic," he winked. "She's cute, right?"

They both nodded. "Your best one yet. But that academy instructor..." they trailed off until the kitsune spoke up to finish it. "She's quite more mature. And she didn't look like she would bite us... neither was the city's most feared asylum captain."

"You don't have to worry about that. I'll bring her over sometime. But for now, you'll be seeing more of Cinder—maybe my next girlfriend."

The kitsune smirked. "Another girl? Are you sure you can keep her, sir?"

"Her brother is quite feisty, would be an issue, but yes, I can keep her. She's also from the Morgan family..."

Their eyes widened. "Morgan? The Necromancer's sister?!"

Sinnett just turned around and made to leave. "You both know me. I like good things."

With that said, he phased through the wall, still pulling Cinder behind.

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Sinnett's bedroom door clicked shut as he made his way in.

His locs, still moving, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge at the corner of the room, flipped the bottle, and put it to his lips while he used his free hand to pull his shirt off.

Cinder watched in silence, her hair stuck to her cheeks, glaring daggers at him. But deep down, she was quite anxious.

Without hesitation, he tossed her onto the king-sized bed, not hard, just enough to make her bounce and then sit back down.

Once he was done taking off his shirt and his belt, he put the bottle of water on the lamp stand. Then he walked over to the bed while his locs held her in place once again.

"You almost killed Zero," he hissed, tongue splitting as it moved.

"Then would have killed Asher and Nova if I hadn't held you." He grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his, then he smiled. "I'm going to make you pay for that."

She sneered. "Try it," she said, but her voice cracked, unfortunately weak under him.

His locs pinned her arms to the bed. Then he leaned close and whispered, "I will, believe me."

Cinder's heart pounded, her blood tingled as his fingers scratched her sides. She twisted to break out of his hold, but the more she did, the more locs held her in place.

Then he leaned down and kissed her, slow but hard, his split tongue moving in all corners of her mouth, enjoying the seemingly sweet taste of the poison in her saliva.

She tried to shove him away, but ended up whispering, and that made him smirk and lean away.

His locs curled around her hips, pinning her down. Then another two pried her legs open. At the same time, her clothes were stripped off, leaving just the duvet over her.

"Stay still," he said and went low. He kept his gaze on her fear-stricken face, but took a glance at her pussy, before returning to her face, watching her eyes widen as he stuck out his tongue and flicked her nub.

Cinder's entire body tensed up at that moment. Her heart began racing as the thought of what he would do next came to her.

She tried to kick him, but he gripped her thighs and slowly... agonizingly sank his tongue deep into her.

She bit her lips to suppress a moan, but his mouth kept going, pulling moans and whimpers from her lips.

She forced her thighs closed, keeping his head locked between them, he just chuckled against her and forced them open once again. This time, more of his locs held her down.

She squirmed continuously, pushing herself away from him, but he kept going, slowly sucking and rubbing her nub with his thumb.

"Sinnett…" she gasped, voice wobbly. Her hips jerked, but he didn't stop. She cried out as she came. He pulled back and licked his lips.

"Not bad. You actually taste different from human girls," he chuckled softly and raised himself up.

"I'm not done though."

"What..."

She trailed off when he climbed over her and positioned himself right between her legs.

He slowly released her hands, since she was weak, but let them stay close in case she tried anything.

Then, with his gaze fixed on her face, he pulled his zipper down and took out his length.

She didn't have time to get a view of it, or the size, before she realized it was already positioned right at her entrance.

Cinder gasped and covered her face. "S... stop, please."

Sinnett smirked. "Didn't think you'd actually beg. Let's see how far you can go."

He slowly pushed in, groaning lowly as her pussy clenched around him. It was becoming so tight he had to pause and frown. "Shit....first time, huh?"

She didn't give an answer. She just remained silent, hands over her face in shame, yet she was panting behind her hands.

He continued pushing until his full length was deep inside. "Fuck," he hissed.

Cinder's breath caught when he moved slightly, a moan slipped out.

"You don't hurt them," he said. Her eyes clamped shut, lips shaking, but for some reason, her hips kept moving closer. Or maybe she was just imagining it.

Once Sinnett began moving, slowly, her hands fell from her face weakly. Her entire body turned to a puddle almost immediately. His locs kept her in place and even held her hands when she reached for him.

Each thrust pulled sounds from her, and faint pink scales appeared around her throat, then up to her jaw before spreading downwards and stopping at her upper thigh.

Sinnett marveled at the sight,pale skin underneath a thin layer of assumably soft pink scales that gleamed.

But he didn't stop. He kept thrusting slowly, letting her feel every inch of him until her second form would fully manifest, and it was already happening.

He pulled out and flipped her to her knees. "Stay," he ordered, but she was too weak to stay on her knees, so he let her rest on her chest but had her hips up, with the pillows under her, right where her lower abdomen was.

Then he slid back in, deeper this time. Cinder gasped, shaking under him. He thrust harder this time, making her cry out.

"Please," she whimpered. Her body wanted him, of course, but she was fighting it. She wasn't supposed to want an enemy, a Varrow, for that matter.

He leaned over and kissed her neck, pulling another moan. He kept going, rough and slow, then flipped her again to see her glassy eyes and trembling lips.

Her moans mixed with the creak of the bed, her breath heavy. Cinder's fight faded. Her pink hair was messy, eyes locked on him, lost in the clouds.

Cinder's chest rose and fell, breathing rushed. Her eyes searched his face, maybe for softness, maybe for mercy. Sinnett's silver eyes stayed hard. His locs curled lightly around her wrists, reminding her who held control.

He slowed, still inside, but didn't pull out. "Think it's over?" he asked in a low tone, and leaned over.