Page 74 of Capturing Sin

I’d slept with the enemy and was somehow surprised that he still wanted to hurt me. Nothing had changed though. I’d been the one dumb enough to take things that far.

Sometimes I thought I was so desperate for someone to actually care about me, that I deserved to get hurt for it. Like when that first idiot decides to go outside and investigate the strange sounds in a slasher movie.

“If you’re going to snap my neck, just fucking do it already,” I hissed, lifting my chin to bare my throat. The constant threat of his presence was like a splinter I couldn’t cut out.

“Don’t tempt me, poison. There’s nothing I’d love more than to wrap my hands around your throat.” He leaned in close, bringing his lips to my ear. “It’s a great way to hold you down while I make you scream.”

I inhaled sharply, freezing up at the bolt of desire.

Was he…flirting? Of course Sin’s idea of seduction was as deadly as the rest of him.

He straightened with a devilish grin, showing sharp white teeth. “Now stop wasting time and come along.”

He yanked me behind him, an unyielding grip on my wrist. We turned down a narrow street in the darkness, and I strained to make out the details in the gloom as we approached an unmarked door. He knocked, a booming crack of spiked knuckles against the blackened metal.

It creaked open, revealing a hulking monster bathed in artificial light. Curved horns and bright-crimson skin made him look like a cartoon devil.

The demon scanned us both, solid black eyes narrowed tight with suspicion. “Haven’t seen you before, bloodsucker. Who the fires are you, and who’s this bitch?” He jerked his flat chin in my direction with a sneer.

So not a polite welcome, then.

I wanted to grab his horn and slam the door into his sneering face repeatedly, until his nose gushed blood and his lips split like overripe plums.

Wouldn’t want to come across as a bitch though.

Sin smirked, unfazed by the rude male. “I’m Sinclair, and this is my lovely little toy.” His tail slid up my arm, wrapping around my throat like a collar. Loose enough to rest gently against my skin but a threat to behave myself nonetheless, like he could sense the violence brewing in me. “You’re not fit to even breathe the same air as her. If you so much as look at her again, I’m going to slice open your arteries and bathe her soft skin in your warm blood, then lick it off her.”

I swallowed thickly, unsure whether I needed to throw up or fan myself at that vivid imagery. From Sin, I could believe every word. It was strange, having someone defend me. I could almost convince myself it was more than just a demon protecting his food source, but Sin was giving me emotional whiplash as it was.

One minute, he claimed there was some mystical bond growing between us, and the next, he threatened to make me scream.

The bouncer laughed, his suspicion melting away into a shared look of mirth. “Ah, little possessive, are we?”

Since when did a threat melt the tension? Demons were odd.

He opened the door fully, stepping back to usher us inside the lit foyer. “You’ll have your claws full trying to keep her all to yourself. It’s wild in here tonight. We’re celebrating the destruction of those cultist twats.”

I almost rolled my eyes at that but kept my expression into what I hoped was a too-stupid-for-self-preservation look. Sin slipped the coat from my body, throwing it haphazardly into the packed cloakroom off to one side.

The devilish bouncer hacked out a low laugh like he was choking on smoke. “Oh yeah, you’re going to get bloody tonight, big lad.”

Sin turned, claws flashing as he lunged for the other male. Blood sprayed across my thigh, catching the hem of my dress and blending in perfectly with the colour he’d chosen.

Sin snarled. “What the fuck did I say?”

The bouncer sniggered, backing up with his hands raised in surrender, even as blood gushed down a deep set of claw marks in his chest. “Couldn’t resist a quick peek.”

Sin growled, a low, rumbling threat, and then eyed the speckles of blood across my bare thigh with a look of hunger I recognised intimately.

I jabbed a finger towards his stupidly carved face. “Don’t even think about it.”

Chapter 30

Iknew that when Sin had said we were going to a demon nightclub—with me in this outfit—that it would be bad news.

But this was something else entirely.

We stepped into a seedy club, complete with dancers in raised cages and several demons getting intimate onstage beside a horned DJ responsible for the sensual beat thumping from towering speakers.

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