Page 54 of Capturing Sin

I arched a brow at the shadowy tail coiling around my thigh. “What are you doing, parasite?”

The demon bared lethal fangs. “I’m not done feasting on what’s mine.”

My thoughts scrambled like I’d taken another hit to the face.

Before I could snap back at his ridiculous statement, he yanked me closer, his tail an unbreakable chain. My palms slapped the glass.

His sinuous tail slid down to my knee and lifted. I jerked forward, tensing my abs to stop from tumbling back. My lab coat parted, revealing the faded pencil skirt now riding up my hips.

The monster grinned, eyes brightening with a startling intensity.

My jaw slackened as I realised why.

I. Wasn’t. Wearing. Underwear.

His forked tongue swiped over his full lower lip. “Were you hoping to need the easy access, poison?”

My eyes narrowed to slits at the mocking in his raspy tone.

If only that were the reason, but it was laundry day, and I was both cripplingly poor and half-starved. After getting home late last night, because Martin had assigned me some bullshit lab clean-up, I hadn’t had the energy to put a wash on.

Warmth tinged my cheeks, but I flashed the demon a cocky smirk. “Yep. Most of the hunters are morons, but damn if they don’t know how to fill out a compression shirt.”

Sin growled, the deadly sound reverberating through the glass. His tail released my knee and lashed my waist, squeezing tight in a possessive hold.

I yelped as he lifted me off the ground, raising me in front of the barrier with preternatural strength. His hands shot through the gap, breaking the hatch to drop to its widest setting. Even so, the height cut off his movement mid-forearm, just enough for him to shove between my parted thighs and force them open. My knees slid up and out, trapped between my chest and the glass.

Wide hands squeezed my arse, claws pressing into the tops of the globes through my skirt, pricking my skin as he held me aloft.

My breathing came in ragged pants. In less than a blink, he’d trapped me, exposing my core to his hungry gaze. The remote to his choke collar weighed heavy in my pocket. The sly demon had left my hands free on purpose.

Another taunt.

I could stop him at any time, but a twisted part of me was desperate to see where this went. And the bastard knew it.

“I already told you how toxic you make me, poison.” His words dropped to a husky whisper. The dangerous promise spoken close enough to my core that his warm breath teased over me through the hatch. “Anyone who touches you will die, writhing in agony as I tear them apart, piece by insignificant piece.”

I licked my lower lip, tasting blood. Sin’s intensity reached inside and tore me away from all the noise. I couldn’t worry about trivial things like the ache in my cheek, the guilt that crushed me a little more each day, or the choice between food and freedom.

Sin robbed me of everything.

Until all that existed was him.

As he knelt before me, his eyes glowed with starlight. “If you’re my addiction, I’ll make sure I’m yours too.”

His forked tongue darted through the gap, licking hard across the apex of my thighs in a lash of pleasure.

I moaned, core fluttering as delicious sensation rioted through me. The forked tips of his tongue teased over my clit, feathering across the needy bundle of nerves, the taunting caress driving me wild.

Untamed hunger transformed his features, making him look even more predatory.

“Fuck, Sin,” I panted, jerking as he repeated the long, firm lick, like I was a treat he couldn’t get enough of.

The demon growled, vibrating his tongue as he continued to taste me. “Your arousal tastes even better than your blood, poison. So damn sweet I could devour you every day, and never get enough.”

His words teased my lower lips, and I widened my knees to my shoulders, desperate for more.

The demon rewarded me with another trace, an almost sweet caress of his wicked tongue as he toyed with me.

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