Page 62 of Capturing Sin

He tipped his horns towards the bed. “Get in.”

My lips parted. “What? I’m not getting into bed with you.”

He quirked a pale brow, a smirk playing at his lips. “Poison… You don’t make the rules anymore. You’re my captive now, and I’m telling you… Get. In. The. Fucking. Bed.”

Each word was punctuated with the sway of his deadly tail over his broad, spiked shoulders.

I swallowed thickly, feeling the implied “or else” right down to my tarnished soul.

But I’d had enough of domineering men telling me what to do.

I lifted my chin, staying rooted to the spot.

Sin chuckled, a low sound that had no right to do the things it did to me. “You don’t want to bait me right now, poison. I’m not exactly in the best state. My patience is slipping.”

Clearly, I had faulty self-preservation instincts, because I just couldn’t resist.

I quirked a brow. “This is you being patient?”

He bared his fangs and lunged.

I had a second to throw an elbow towards his face, but my weak body betrayed me, barely grazing his cheek before he shoved me back onto the bed. The world spun as his weight settled on top of me, pressing me into the mattress.

He gripped my wrists in one hand, lifting my arms over my head to shove against the pillow.

A snarl contorted his features, sending a jolt of fear through me.

“Do it, parasite. Stop fucking about and do it,” I hissed. “You want me dead, remember?”

I was so damn tired of waiting for the blow to come. I’d lived most of my life waiting for the next hit, and I refused to do it for a psychotic blood demon now.

Anger lit his features. “You have no idea what I want.”

His tail flattened against my cheek, shoving my face aside along with the confusion. Thankfully, his spikes had disappeared again.

“You should know…” His lips pressed against the delicate skin of my throat, drawing a shiver from me. “When a blood demon feeds on the same person over and over, a connection can start to form,” he whispered. “A special kind of attachment with the one person who could be their everything. A blood bond.”

I went rigid at his words. At the implications of what I’d unknowingly started. I’d never heard of a blood bond. What did it mean? What did it do?

Before I could voice my racing thoughts, he continued. “Even though it’s not fully formed yet, I’ll always be able to find you, poison. No matter where you run off to. You’re mine.”

He gave me a single second for his warning to sink in.

Fangs pierced my bared throat, the sensation so familiar, yet so different. Having all that powerful male on top of me as he bit my neck was too intimate. Heat rushed through my veins.

I braced.

But it turned to a soothing warmth, not the pain I’d have expected now I was fully at his mercy. Now I was his prisoner instead of him as mine.

“What are you…?” My voice trailed off, slurred even to my own ears.

The exposed ceiling beams blurred, making me dizzy.

Fangs quickly left my flesh, and his forked tongue traced the marks, oddly gentle.

Soft lips ghosted against the wound he’d inflicted. “Sleep, poison. You’re safe.”

For now.

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