Page 39 of Capturing Sin

Dread, and something too close to anticipation, had my body tightening.

I tapped a foot, letting the impatient patter fill the silence. I was already strung out from the rollercoaster of emotions I’d struggled through today. I’d been “helping” Cara all morning already.

“Come on, demon, your snack is getting bored,” I hissed.

He spoke directly against my wrist, lips brushing my skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine. “Is that all you are, poison? Something to be consumed by others?”

His question dug sharpened claws into my mind. Was that all I was? Everyone just took from me. And what had I been doing about it?

His fangs sank in, pain flaring before heated pleasure soothed it away. I stifled a groan, clenching my jaw to hold back the breathy moan fighting to escape.

Heat and need flooded my veins, even as he drained them.

The column of his throat worked as he swallowed, taking a vital part of me into himself.

Along with potential poison.

I raced towards my peak, despite struggling to hold back. My core fluttered with the need to be filled. Pleasure coursed through me, radiating from my wrist to swarm my middle and sink lower.

The demon stilled, eyes widening, and jerked his fangs free with a spluttered cough.

Bright red splashed the concrete as he hunched over, bracing a hand on the floor. Strands of his pearly hair fell across his face.

Victory surged through me, twining with the lingering pleasure until I felt light-headed despite the denied orgasm.

“Sin!” I pressed my free hand to the glass, clutching the collar’s remote tightly. Fear and anticipation twisted my gut. “What do you feel?”

Spiked shoulders trembled, and it took me a moment to register the familiar rumble of his cruel laugh.

He angled his face up, lips spreading wide. My blood coated his mouth, vivid against his dark lips. The abyss of his pupils rapidly swallowed the white starbursts of his eyes.

He’d never looked more demonic.

“You fucking bastard,” I hissed, slamming my hand against the glass separating us. Frustration consumed me, channelling the lingering heat into anger.

“Delightful, thanks.” He smirked, vicious mirth dancing in his eyes. “How about you, poison? I’d imagine the only thing worse than coming for your enemy is having them drive you to the edge and then being denied.”

A frustrated snarl built in my throat. My thumb hovered over the button on the remote, tempting me to punish him right back.

My father’s voice seemed to echo in my head—‘Never let them see you weak, Tiger-lily.’

That violent side was the old me. I didn’t want to live like that anymore.

I dropped the device into my lab coat pocket and wiped my bloodied wrist onto the stained fabric, ignoring the visceral unease as warm liquid smeared my skin.

My core still ached in need, but I ruthlessly smothered the desire.

I wasn’t so desperate that I’d beg anyone, let alone a blood demon, to finish me off.

With a flat glare, I turned on my heel, refusing to let him bait me.

“Try not to miss me too much, poison.” Cruel laughter followed me out, grating against my frayed nerves.

The familiar snick of the closing security door cut off the vicious sound.

He didn’t know it, but the bastard had just started a war he had no hope of winning.

Chapter 16

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