Page 107 of The Sin Binder's Chains

She trails her fingers back up.

I black out. Just for a second. Just long enough for every single one of my survival instincts to self-destruct in real time.

Her nails scrape, just barely, just enough, and I swear, swear, I almost sway into it.

She leans in. “You sure?”

I make the absolute worst mistake of my entire existence.

I meet her eyes.

Fuck. Because they’re right there, inches from mine, dark and amused, wicked and knowing, her mouth curved just slightly, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Oh, I am in so much fucking trouble.

I grin. Because I have nothing left. No pride. No self-preservation. No ability to not dig my grave deeper.

“Oh, Evernight,” I murmur, dropping my voice into something low, something dangerous, something that absolutely betrays the fact that I am on the verge of ruin.

Her brows lift, just slightly.

I lean down, just enough to make it worse. “I think you like making me suffer.”

She exhales a soft laugh, tilting her chin up. “What gave it away?”

I smirk because I refuse to lose this round.

I tap my temple. “It’s the deep, deep emotional damage. Really helps a guy figure things out.”

She bites her lip. Not in the cute way. Not in the way that suggests she’s nervous, or shy, or even remotely trying to hide whatever monstrous thing she’s thinking right now.

No.

She bites it like she’s tempted. Like she’s hungry.

For me.

And fuck me, I feel my knees buckle for half a second.

Luna tilts her head. “You’re thinking hard about something right now.”

I hum, casually. Totally fine. Not completely losing my shit at all. “Just wondering if I should kiss you or let you keep playing your little game.”

Her brows lift, her smirk deepening. “Oh?”

I nod solemnly. “Yeah. Tough choice.”

She exhales, like this is all so effortless for her, like she’s just toying with me at this point. Then she leans up, just enough for her breath to brush my jaw, and I fucking brace myself because she is about to ruin me.

“You wouldn’t last five seconds with me, Veyd.”

And then, she’s gone.

She walks away. Like she didn’t just dismantle my entire existence. Like I’m not standing here, jaw slack, brain fried, dick hard, and soul fully fucking wrecked. Like she didn’t just win.

I blink. Blink.

Then I spin, watching her saunter away, and fuck her, fuck her for that little sway in her hips, for the way she knows exactly what she’s doing, for the way she just dropped a bomb on my entire life and left me to deal with the fallout.

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