Page 75 of Capturing Sin

The razor edge of danger scraped against my nerves.

The sheer number of demons living in Riverside without hunter knowledge was terrifying. A sea of them gyrated with humans on a sunken dance floor, red strobe lighting flashing over them through a haze of smoke.

A few were moving a lot more intimately than was legal in public.

My brows shot up. “You brought me to a demon sex club?!” I hissed, glaring at the psycho collaring me with his velvety tail.

Sin chuckled, the sound lost to the bass-heavy music, and stepped in so close the heat of his bare skin seared through the lace covering me. “Why, are you blushing, poison? After everything you just did to me on the dining table? This isn’t even where the real action happens.”

I shot him a dark look, choosing to ignore his comment about earlier for my own sanity. “These humans had better be here by choice.”

He bared his fangs, practically glowing white in the semi-darkness. “You think I’d stand idly by while people were abused? You know me better than that, poison.”

Did I though? He was a vicious blood demon who, in some sick joke from the universe, made me feel wild and reckless and more alive than any shot of adrenaline. But what did I really know about him as a person? And why did that thought have curiosity winding through me?

He must have seen the scepticism on my face, because he huffed a low grunt. “They look it, don’t they?”

I scanned the crowd, hunting for any hint of someone in need of a hasty rescue. From the looks on their faces, most people seemed drunk or high, but huge smiles lit their expressions as they pressed themselves up against demons, just as eager as the monsters pawing back at them.

Nobody looked afraid, which, if you asked me, was the normal reaction to getting up close and personal with a demon. Glamour or not, most people seemed to have some instinct that warned something predatory was looking back at them.

Sin tugged on his tail, lightly drawing me onwards. “Come on, poison. I need to speak with someone.”

Glaring at his broad back, I followed behind him, trying not to trip in the ridiculously comfy heels he’d given me.

Eyes seemed to rake over, an almost physical scrape across my exposed skin, but Sin hadn’t been wrong about fitting in. Most people wore skimpy clubbing outfits, everything from straight lingerie to latex bodysuits and chains.

Sin headed for the bar, easily weaving through the crowd with his towering height and intimidating physique. The lighting tinged his white tattoos and short hair red until he looked painted in gore like some hellish god. Only a few other demons had spikes like him, and not nearly as many.

Even amongst demons, Sin was a walking weapon. Danger personified.

The press of so many demons had panic racing through my veins faster than the pain of Sin’s bite. I was unarmed in a room full of predators. Ones celebrating the death of almost every hunter I knew.

What would they do to me if they found out I’d been one of them? The things I’d done to their kind.

Sin stepped up to the bar, hauling me to his side. The demon slung an arm around me, trapping me between the counter and corded muscle. The warmth against my back had a dumb part of me singing at the contact.

He bowed his head, whispering in my ear to be heard above the bass-heavy music, “You look afraid, poison. Did you think I’d let the other monsters have you?” He ran a claw along my collarbone, dipping between the straps of my dress and drawing shivers in his wake. “You’re all mine.”

His husky voice promised pain and pleasure, just like his bite.

“Sinclair.” A bright feminine voice pulled his attention away, letting me breathe.

A demon waved at Sin from behind the bar, giving him a toothy grin as she threw a towel over her shoulder. “Glad to see you’re still in one piece.”

He grinned back, lacking the malice he usually threw my way. “Can’t get rid of me so easily, Aurora.”

I almost mistook her for a human until her heart-tipped tail waved over her shoulder and she stepped close enough for me to spot the fangs and claws. With her bronzed skin tone and lack of horns, wings, or spikes, she looked like a watered-down demon, possibly a blood or lust feeder, but it was always hard to tell which subtypes were which.

I studied her with a hunter’s eye, ignoring the weird pang in my chest as Sin’s dark expression lightened with her sparkling presence.

Full, glossy lips pouted at Sin. They matched the tips of her ombre hair, which bled from black roots into the paler shade obscured by the red-tinged light. Large cat eyes glowed a UV pink under the dim lighting, slashed through with slitted pupils and framed by stunningly long lashes. A shimmery dress looked painted on but covered more skin than most in the club, which made sense, since she clearly worked here. She looked like the demon equivalent of a swimwear model, all lush curves and captivating features.

I didn’t want to be jealous of another woman’s beauty; I wanted to be in awe of her and encourage her, but I couldn’t help but feel a little inadequate. Since Leo had thrown his affair with Tia in my face, I wasn’t exactly bubbling with self-confidence.

The fact I was practically a walking skeleton covered in scars and bruises wasn’t helping my look. When I finally escaped all the violence, I was going to find a cute goth guy obsessed with Halloween.

Sweat beaded the small of my back, the humidity of the club pressing closer.

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