Page 24 of Sin

“Where’s the refrigerator?”

She gestured to the cabinets all around her, not realizing that the fridge was camouflaged behind one of the many doors.

I let out a heavy sigh, wishing I was callous enough to walk away, but there was something about those doe eyes that made me feel like leaving her to her own devices would be akin to kicking a puppy.

“Sonofabitch,” I hissed to myself as I stalked back over to where she stood. The way her gaze trailed up my body as I stepped directly in front of her filled me with irrefutable male pride. She liked what she saw. Of course she did. Why wouldn’t she?

“Um . . .”

Unable to help myself, I leaned down and breathed in her intoxicating scent. Immediately irritated with myself, I couldn’t help but put my lips to her ear and growl, “Take a picture, Red. It’ll last longer.” Then I opened up the door directly behind her, blasting us both with cool air.

I stepped away, needing the space more than I wanted to admit. I had to get out of here before I hate-fucked her on the kitchen island. The last thing I needed was to get that close to her.

A soft clearing of her throat stopped me in my tracks. “The fuck is it now?” I bit out.

Turning around, I saw her bewildered expression and sighed in resignation as she pointed to the elaborate espresso machine on the counter. “Make go, please?”

“You don’t know how to make a cup of fucking coffee?”

The sweet little doll was replaced with a brat as she popped her hands on her hips and met my glare with one of her own. “No, Moody, I don’t. Not when the machine looks like an alien spaceship.”

“Then maybe you don’t deserve any,” I muttered, shocked to find myself once again stomping back over to her to flick the buttons necessary to get the machine percolating.

Five minutes later, I’d frothed milk, added syrup and espresso, and all but created latte art for this thorn in my side. Handing her the mug, I took a deep breath and stared her down, jaw clenched tight before I asked. “Anything else, princess?”

“Nope.” She brought the drink to her lips and took a slow sip, her eyes never leaving mine. “Mmm. You know, if this horseman gig doesn’t pan out, you’d make a really hot barista.”

My irate growl was met with a soft giggle as she took another sip.

I was almost clear of her when her voice rang out a final time, stopping me in my tracks. “Thank you, Moody!”

My dick jerked in my pants, begging for attention. I stared down at my crotch, frustration coursing through me.

“Absolutely not.”

Chapter

Seven

MERRI

Ithought the constant sexual energy pulsing throughIniquitywas tempting, but being trapped in this extravagant penthouse with the four horsemen of the apocalypse was far worse. Well, I had to assume all four of them were here. I still hadn’t come across the older Brit—Grim, they’d called him—since he’d overseen my kidnapping.

Regardless, there was something about them, their power, the way they moved through a room, that had my mouth watering and my body on high alert. Thank fuck Malice was able to get me up and running so I could at least cam. Unfortunately, that kind of feeding seemed even less satisfying than usual. It had me snacking far more than I’d ever needed to before, just to try to appease the gnawing hunger that never seemed to be fully sated.

And by snacking, I meant posting and reading the comments in my private feed. It was yet another page on my site, but instead of going live, it was more akin to a traditional social media platform where I could post photos or short videos and all my followers could comment and interact with each other. Like Instagram. No one had to pay for access, but there was enoughsexual energy threaded through the thirsty comments to give me a bit of a top-up between camming sessions. Thus, snacking.

I’d alreadysnackedtwice since my last session, and still, my appetite wasn’t satisfied.

I was starting to fear that it never would be unless I gave in and reconsidered my hard stance on physical encounters. But that was a line I didn’t want to cross. A gateway to far more dangerous territory. You know, like murder.

Even if Sin’s stupid face and perfect body made it sound like it might be worth it.

Or Malice and his dangerously bad attitude.

And then there was Chaos. The sexiest grump who ever grumped. Goddess help me, he was straight out of the cast of300. I’d never wanted to climb a man like a tree more in my life.

Did somebody turn off the AC? I had to fan my face as I clicked on my latest post to take a peek at what the snack pack had to say about it.

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