Page 71 of Capturing Sin

Anger flared bright enough to eclipse all logic.

I crunched up and slammed my elbow into his cheek, feeling it connect with a thud that whipped his head aside.

My grin was feral. “You might have me, but not willingly.”

In slow motion, he turned his face back towards me, a cruel smirk playing at his lips. The deliberate movement saturated with chilling threat. “And what makes you think I care?”

Right. Demon. Of course he didn’t.

I narrowed my eyes on his smug face, wishing evil looked ugly on the outside rather than the deceptive package of the alluring monster trapping me. I’d sworn off violence, but somehow he brought out the vicious side of me I was trying to forget.

I braced for retaliation. There was no barrier to keep me safe now. No remote and collar.

“If you keep up with foreplay, poison, you’ll make me late for my evening plans.” He grinned, the violence in his putting mine to shame.

A measure of hope blossomed at his words. If he left me behind, no doubt chained up, at least I’d have a chance at escape.

Silence lingered as I gave him a neutral mask. The one I’d perfected over years of my uncle’s idea of training.

The demon quirked a spiked brow. “Nothing to say to that, hmm? Or can you not trust yourself to speak in case those pretty lips start begging for more instead?”

My jaw clenched to hold back the scathing retort bubbling up in my throat.

He smirked, and from the cruel glint in his eye, I already knew I was going to hate what he did next. “Let’s get ready then.”

His arm slipped behind my lower back as he straightened, keeping me wrapped around his front and taking the tatters of my knit dress with me. He strode through the house with me pressed intimately against his rock-hard length. I was sensitive from the orgasms he’d ripped from me and dripping the evidence of both our pleasure, but I refused to let him see how easily he could make my body betray me, just like I refused to think about the unholy stamina he must have to still be hard.

“Put me down!” I hissed, trying in vain to thrash my way out of his unyielding arms.

His husky chuckle only made me fight harder.

The demon stalked into the bedroom I’d woken up in and unceremoniously dumped me onto the unmade bed.

I landed in a soft heap of sage blankets.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Scrambling free with a snarl, I fully ignored the fact my tits were out.

He quirked a silvery brow, eyes dipping to my chest briefly. “Giving in to your demands.”

“I should have choked you more when I had the chance,” I huffed, pushing my hair back from where it had fallen into my face and straightening my glasses.

He shrugged, those imposing shoulder spikes stabbing the air. “Probably. Now, get dressed. I got you an outfit so you don’t draw undue attention.”

Disappointment hit as I realised he intended to take me with him. But perhaps I could work with this. If he had plans, he might become distracted enough for me to slip through his claws.

He reached into the wardrobe and plucked out one of those posh, glossy bags made of cardboard. On the rare occasion I bought myself anything, it only ever came from somewhere doling out cheap plastic.

Sin dangled a scrap of material, the dark hue of lifeblood, from a pearly claw. “Put this on.”

I bared my teeth, feeling more demonic than him. Until now, my life had consisted of nothing but bloody violence and bowing to demanding men. I was starting to realise I’d resort to a lot of the former to prevent the latter.

“Fuck you, Sin. I’m not doing a single thing for you.”

Brute strength wouldn’t save me though. If I wanted to live, I had to outsmart my captor.

I’d accepted going with him for a chance to escape, but it would look suspicious if I gave in to anything too easily.

We might have caved to the wild heat between us, but it changed nothing.

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