Page 84 of Capturing Sin

“Har har.” I threw a sarcastic laugh back but shovelled another spoonful of porridge into my mouth.

Who knew demons were so bossy?

To say I was surprised to find the demon cooking for me again was an understatement. Sure, it wasn’t a carbonara, but he’d made me a nutritious breakfast of porridge, complete with honey and fresh berries.

No man had ever cooked for me, and the thought that the demon who wanted me dead was treating me better than my ex-fiancé would be hilarious if it weren’t so tragic.

But the pity party could wait until I was finally free.

First, I had to survive Sin.

“So what nefarious plans are you involving me in today?” I asked before enjoying another comforting spoonful.

Sin’s lips curved into a wicked smirk. “We’re going hunting.”

I nodded, keeping my mask of indifference in place. “For hunters.”

It was the logical next step for him in his search for Silvanus. Assuming he’d already searched this area, likely the last place he’d been spotted.

The demon he searched for had, in fact, died nearby at the hands of hunters. I just couldn’t tell him.

The secret burned in the pit of my stomach like acid.

Starlit eyes raked over me, assessing. “You seem unconcerned by the fact I’m going to capture your friends and torture them for information.”

I arched a brow. “Who said they were my friends?”

He shrugged. “Fine by me if you want to play pretend. But remember who holds your life in their very sharp claws.” He grinned, holding up his hand so the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window glinted off the pearly claws tipping his fingers.

I pulled a sour face at his dramatics. “How could I forget? My captive is now my captor.”

He smirked. “Exactly. And since you’ve finished your breakfast…”

My spoon clattered into the empty bowl. I leaped from the chair and sprinted through the kitchen, instinct driving me on.

Footsteps pounded behind me, followed by a villainous laugh. “Oh, playing a new game, are we, poison?”

I made it halfway to the front door before something warm lashed my wrist. I snarled as Sin whipped me back to face him, knocking me off-balance. He slammed me into the corridor wall before I could recover, trapping me with his body.

“A smart person would know not to run from a predator,” he purred, vicious delight glowing in his eyes. “We always give chase.”

I snarled at the sadistic demon, “Fuck you, Sin.”

He gripped the lower half of my face, muffling my lips, and forced my head aside. “Later, if you promise to take my barb like a good girl. I can’t stop thinking about stuffing you full of my cum again. But I’ll make you come right here like the fang-addict you are, poison.”

He struck, sharp teeth piercing my neck.

I screamed into his palm, trying to bite him back as he drank from me, flooding me with heated pleasure like he’d poured it down my throat.

I was wet and needy, and I hated him more than ever for making me feel so good when I knew I’d never have this again.

He was right to call me an addict, because I didn’t want him to stop. Even when he wasn’t biting me, a secret part of me craved the wild ecstasy of it. The forbidden act that could take me to either heaven or hell.

Ecstasy set me on fire, shattering me with startling intensity.

“Sin!” I moaned for him, writhing against the cage of his body even as my mind fought it.

His fangs retreated, and his forked tongue laved across the wound. I jerked hard against him. It felt like he’d licked somewhere much more intimate.

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