Page 70 of Capturing Sin

“My barb can only lock us together if you were a willing potential mate. The blood bond forming between us is proof of that. You’re a scientist, you should know the biological purpose of fucking,” he purred. Leaned down, he brought his lips to my ear. “And I’ll let you in on a little secret, poison. I wouldn’t pull out of your tight cunt even if I could. Our offspring would be both adorable and vicious, like you.”

My elbow connected with the side of his fat head. “You bastard,” I hissed. “If you get me pregnant, our poor child is going to be raised without a father, because I’m going to murder you.”

But a secret part of me wondered what it would be like. I’d always wanted a family. Of course, I’d meant a human family. With a stable man who didn’t threaten to snap my neck.

He growled, rocking deeply as more jets of cum spurted inside me. I moaned, cresting another orgasm as the sensation of being hot and full overwhelmed my shocked irritation.

I blinked, realising he was licking the blood dripping down my throat from his earlier bite.

He purred against my skin. “Say that again, poison. Promise to have my child in the same breath you threaten me.”

“I didn’t promise anything. You are fucking deluded,” I snarled. “Now shut up and let a girl ride a dick in peace.”

He chuckled, a husky, mocking sound that had me shivering. “You’re not in charge anymore.”

He yanked back so hard his barb popped free. I hissed at the sting, but the slice of sensation accompanied a rich gush of heat.

It pushed me right over the edge.

I writhed, vaguely aware of Sin wrapping his cock with his tail, stroking himself with it as he held my legs wide open beneath him, eyes raking over my body to rest at my spasming core.

Hot ropes lashed thickly against my lower lips as he came, roaring his pleasure loud enough to shake the table beneath me.

I whimpered, exhausted and spent as the world blurred lightly behind the dark demon looming above.

I should have been alarmed by his possessive declarations, and the fact he was apparently into breeding me, but I couldn’t think about anything. Only feel. Bliss slipped through my veins. My body felt boneless as I relaxed under the demon, relishing the deep sense of satisfaction.

Sin cupped my face, forcing me to meet his glowing eyes as his clawed thumb stroked my cheek. “I’m going to turn you into a fucking addict. Just like you’ve done to me. Toxic doesn’t even begin to describe this nightmare between us. You’re mine, poison, and I’ll never let you go.”

Chapter 28

Great. It was less than twenty-four hours since I’d been kidnapped and I’d already fucked my captor.

Did Stockholm syndrome even work that fast?

Sin leaned down, covering my bare front with his, holding his weight up just enough to avoid crushing me. The press of his heated skin was decadent. Apparently he didn’t care that his solid abs were now resting between my spread thighs, which he’d covered in his cum.

I panted, embarrassingly out of breath as I came down from the high Sin had shot me to. “You are such a parasite.”

The demon’s low chuckle vibrated through me where he pressed me into the table, face hovering inches from mine. “And yet you come so sweetly for me.”

My tongue glued to the top of my mouth.

He dipped closer until his lips brushed my ear. “And I can’t wait to prove it to you, over and over.”

He would very literally be the death of me.

And yet I’d just lost my mind because of him.

“Go fuck yourself, Sin,” I whispered, the ends of his pearlescent white hair tickling my lips.

He straightened, looming over his prey left sprawled on the dining table. Masculine satisfaction carved his striking features.

The pink scratches through his charcoal skin had now healed white, blending with the intricate strokes of his tattoos.

Because of what I’d let him take from me.

The blood donation had probably added to whatever bond bullshit he kept mentioning too.

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