Page 175 of Chandelier Sin
“Say it.”
“You think too highly of yourself.”
“That’s what you love about me. My track record for being right.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“You live in a world of deceit. It’s hard to know who your friends are.”
“You and I are not friends.”
“Sure about that?” He arched a brow provocatively.
He was alluring and seductive and everything that made coming here a mistake.
Again, I tried to push him away and failed.
“I remember how you taste,” he said. “The way your pussy responds to my touch.”
I exhaled sharply, and then blinked up at him beneath long lashes. “I endured you in that dungeon. You were the lesser evil.”
“Is that right?”
I stood on my tiptoes and started to kiss him, pausing in a tease. When I didn’t follow through with a kiss, his mouth twitched at the corner. He grinned; his devilish mouth poised close to mine. A triumphant spark in him revealed he knew he held more power over me.
The tease had backfired—now it was me craving a kiss, needing our lips to touch, our tongues to tangle.
Damn him.
I bit his bottom lip—then snapped my head back to prove he couldn’t have me.
He whispered, “I can practically feel your orgasm looming.”
“You’ll never kiss me again.”
“I would say I can live with that, but I can’t.”
“What do you want from me, Atticus?”
“The truth.”
“You are the most despicable man I’ve ever met. How about that? In that dungeon, all that time I endured what you did to me because I had no choice.”
“That’s not true.” There was no doubt in his eyes. He knew what he meant to me.
This obsession was going to get him killed. He’d already stormed into the High Chamber like a knight. Then the dungeon. One more move like that and he may not survive.
I blustered on. “Your ego won’t allow you to see you and I are nothing to each other.”
“Time to go home,” he said softly.
“It’s not a home.”
“I can see why.”
“Listen,” I seethed, “I’m here to prevent you from getting yourself killed. Maybe your friends can talk you out of it. Pull another move like that in the chamber and you won’t survive the night.”
“You came here for me?”
