Page 19 of Sin

Since the dawn of time, it was the microscopic, sometimes invisible menaces that were the most prolific killers. Chaos may revel in his body count, but mine trumped his by millions. Take that, War.

Not that I was stupid enough to say so to his face. I’d leave that to Sin.

The others may have felt as though their specialties made them the most fearsome, but the truth was, in a world reliant upon technology for survival, I was king. I could destroy empires, make planes fall from the sky, and fire nuclear weapons, all with a few keystrokes. I simply chose not to.

The man with the biggest dick in the room never had to announce it to anyone. That was a game for the lesser men who had something to prove.

Arms ladenwith the supplies needed to set up Merri’s new computer system, I had to resort to kicking her door to get her to come open it.

“Thank fuck, I’m starving,” came the somewhat grumbled and muffled response.

I wasn’t prepared for the wave of lust that slammed into me when the door swung open.

“Oh, Grumpy Brit Number Two. I didn’t expect to see you again,” she said, her eyes dropping to take in me and the equipment in my arms.

“You can simply call me Malice. Mal, if you’d like.”

“I don’t know, Mal. That makes it seem like we’re friends. Pretty sure captors can’t be caught palling around with their prisoners.”

I must have made a face because she tilted her head to the side and mused, “Do youwantto be my pal, Mal? Ha! Pal Mal. You’re a Brit. Damn, I’m a comedian, and I didn’t even know it. The jokes write themselves.”

Frowning, I grunted. “Where am I setting this up?”

I pushed past her, a rush of desire chasing across my skin when my arm brushed hers.

“Come on in, I guess. God, I thought you were supposed to be polite, at least.”

“That’s Canadians.”

“Noted.” She gestured to the empty desk across from the bed. “There’s fine. I don’t need much to make it work. They’re not booking me for the ambience.”

No, they’re booking you for your fucking fit body and bountiful... Motherfucker.

I gritted my teeth against the onslaught of thoughts about exactly what her body was made for.

“Do you mind?” I all but growled.

“Mind what?”

Dumping the contents of my arms unceremoniously onto the table, I gestured to her body. “Tamping down the allure. I can’t focus with all thesepheromones.”

Her cheeks went delightfully pink, and she lowered her gaze to her perfectly manicured toes as she curled them into the carpet. “I’m sorry. I said I was hungry. I can’t help it.”

What the devil was Lilith thinking, having such a precious creature in her midst? She was little more than a bunny in a den of wolves. Or perhaps I was seeing what she wanted me to see, and she was actually a vixen lurking behind an innocent facade, waiting for her moment to strike. So which was she, truly? Harmless fluffy bunny or cunning little fox?

Why did the idea of finding out make my mouth water?

“Tamp. It. Down.”

She flinched. “I’m trying. It’s not as easy as that.”

“If you can’t control yourself, at least give me some breathing room,” I snarled.

She obeyed with a huff, moving as far away as she could and primly sitting on the edge of her bed.

After setting up everything she needed, I discreetly adjusted myself before turning to face her again. My whole body felt alive, my blood singing with unsatisfied hunger. It took every ounce of control I had not to imagine the things I could do to her in thatbed. Things I hadn’t done with any partner since my son was conceived.

Fuck.

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