Page 30 of Capturing Sin

A strangled sound escaped me as I burned. The urge to slip my fingers into the waistband of my jeans was almost overwhelming. I clenched my fist, slamming it against the glass to stop myself as a fragment of sense returned.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” I squirmed on the spot, fighting the peak rushing closer.

Starlit eyes devoured me, vicious hunger transforming his predatory features as he pulled back just enough to snarl. “Break for me, poison.”

He sucked hard on my wrist, igniting an inferno through my body.

“Fuck you,” I hissed, but my body betrayed me, locking up tight as I pressed awkwardly against the glass. Core spasming around nothing as he shattered me.

The feeling of emptiness was almost unbearable, yet pleasured heat burst through me, tipping me over the edge into bliss.

The glass fogged from my rapid panting as I rested my head forward, struggling to recover.

A demon had just made me come.

Harder than Leo ever did.

My cheeks raged with a furious blush at the intrusive thought.

Plumped lips released my flesh with a lewd pop. A shudder ran through me as his forked tongue laved against my wrist in sinful strokes, catching the stray rivulets of blood.

I wished it were disgust.

I cleared my throat, adjusting my glasses and stepping back. Avoiding his gaze, I swiped away the last drop of blood he’d missed, thoughts scrambled.

There was no record of a demon having an orgasmic bite.

The thought of admitting how I’d found that out had shame coursing through me. Maybe that was why nobody else had fessed up.

A wicked chuckle rolled through the lab, coming from the evil incarnate trapped behind the glass. “You might be a murderous bitch, but fuck do you look pretty when you come for me.”

My lips parted, gaze snapping up to his in shock.

He’d stood when I wasn’t looking, now towering over me, forearms over his head, resting against the glass to show off the full expanse of his lean, muscled height. It was designed to intimidate as much as mock.

My eyes dropped to the carved abs across his middle, and even more shame burned through me as I grudgingly admired the strength in every line of his body. My gaze dipped further, tracing the clear outline of a thick length in the standard grey joggers all the captives were given.

The beast in his pants was at the same height as the open hatch.

My mouth dried up as that same stupid voice wondered what he would look like without the clothing. Would that thing even fit through the hatch on its widest setting?

Would he be able to soothe the empty feeling he’d created in my aching core?

I looked away, jaw clenching reflexively.

He was right.

Pain I could handle.

Pleasure was so unfamiliar I wasn’t prepared to defend against it.

A horrible, oily feeling coated my insides.

“A pervert as well as a parasite, what an overachiever,” I sneered.

I wanted to don my neutral mask and pretend I was just as unfazed by this as the last bite, but I was too thoroughly rattled.

Judging by the smirk on his carved face, the bastard knew it too.

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