Page 82 of Capturing Sin

Because life was unfair, and I had terrible taste in men.

His spikes retracted, leaving the barest tips across his shoulders, as shallow as the ones edging his brows.

I blinked rapidly, mind blanking. He’d never once shown me that.

“Did you think I just stabbed every bed I got into?” He smirked.

I bared my teeth in a rough approximation of a smile. “Funnily enough, I hadn’t given much thought to the bed habits of a parasite.”

He tutted, shaking his head with a devilish grin. “Liar.”

I dropped his gaze like it burned, ignoring the rush of heat to my cheeks. He wasn’t right, per se, but I might have had more than a few inappropriate thoughts about the demon I was meant to hate.

“Think what you want, demon. I’m tired, so get out.” I pointed at the door as if treating him like an obedient pet might make him act like one.

Sin quirked a silver brow. “You think I’m going to let you sleep in here alone? How stupid do you think I am, poison?”

Disappointment weighed my shoulders, but I’d already half expected him to have some cruel trick up his sleeve. The need to flee burned stronger than ever though.

“Now get in and move over.” He smirked, a wicked twist of his full lips. “You’d better not snore like last time.”

My lips parted. “Last time?”

His smirk bloomed into a full, vicious grin. Before I could back away, his tail shot out, wrapping my neck.

I braced for the suffocation to follow.

But none came. Just his warm skin resting against mine.

My muscles refused to unlock, knowing to wait for the strike to come.

Sin closed the gap between us, crowding me back against the bed. “Don’t think I’m not aware of all those little plans running through your pretty head, poison. You’ll be gone the second I turn my back.” His claw pressed under my chin, forcing me to meet his starlit eyes. “I will collar you until you realise you’re mine. Now get into bed so we can sleep, unless you want to stay up for other reasons?”

The hunger in his gaze told me exactly what he meant by that.

I swallowed thickly, the weight of his intensity bearing down on me. A reckless part of me craved a repeat of earlier. The feel of him was carved into my skin, scarring my flesh until I could never get rid of him.

But if he knew what I’d done to his kin, he’d never touch me in that way again.

Because he’d murder me.

I was so fucked.

Without a word, I threw back the fluffy sage duvet and moved to slide under the sheets, but he halted me with my living collar, stopping me on the edge of the bed.

“Your shoes,” he grunted.

The monster dropped to his knees and hooked his claws under the delicate straps holding the comfy heels in place. Warm fingertips brushed my ankles as he worked. I stilled, afraid to shatter the fever dream that must hold me as I witnessed such a large predator kneel for me. My hands itched with the urge to run my fingers through the white silk of his hair, tumbling messily between his horns to brush the tips of his lashes.

A blush stole across my cheeks. It wasn’t the first time he’d knelt for me, and thoughts of his wicked forked tongue tasting me through the lab’s glass barrier had me punishing my lower lip.

I cleared my throat. “You know, you’re meant to undo the straps, not destroy them.”

An indulgent smirk claimed his features. “Don’t worry, poison. I’ll buy you new ones.”

I cocked a brow. “With what money? I’m broke.”

Sin chuckled, the sound cut through with his usual mocking. “What? Being a mad scientist doesn’t pay well?”

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