Page 90 of A Taste like Sin
With every grated word, fingers stroke the tiny bundle of nerves that has me seeing stars. One. Two. A
galaxy of them. “And then what?”
“Mierda,” he swears, his voice rasping. “I’ll have you on your knees,dulce niña. You’ll regret this
little game.”
But therein lies the joke. For the first time in so long, I’m not playing someone’s game. The rules have
been forgotten. I’m on an island unto myself. And with every uttered word, the further I remove
myself from any hope of redemption.
“Damien,” I whisper, dropping the pretense. My voice shakes and I squeeze my eyes shut against
another startling flash of lightning. “I…need…you…herenow.”
He bellows something, presumably to the driver amid a smattering of honking horns. Another door
slams followed quickly by the delicate chime that sounds like that of an elevator arriving.
He never stops speaking to me. Harsh words too filthy to process—but the twisted promises aren’t
what makes my heartbeat stutter. All that matters is his tone. Thick. Gritty. Desperate.
Even the world’s best actor couldn’t fake the tremor in his voice.
Finally, I hear the door to the suite itself open and slam. I lurch upright, straining my ears to track the
surge of footsteps marching toward my room.
Seconds later, a monster appears at the foot of my bed, dripping rainwater onto the floor. His hair fell
out of its usual ponytail, his blindfold slightly askew.
“You don’t even understand how important the meeting you derailed was.” He laughs while shedding
his coat, leaving it at his feet. “It will take months to rebuild those connections. Perhaps even years.
And yet…I’m here—and not for sex,” he clarifies, inching a step closer. “I could hear the tremor in
your voice. I knew you were afraid—”
“No,” I start to argue. “That’s not why I wanted you—”
“I know.” He nods, shrugging off the concern. “But I’m still here regardless.”
And even he doesn’t seem to know why.
Neither do I.
“You could always leave,” I pitch halfheartedly, hating the hitch in my voice. “I’d hate to think I
interrupted some massive criminal undertaking—”
“Come here.” He crooks a single finger, beckoning me closer.
I shed the silken sheets and rise to my knees. Even from the slight distance, I see his nostrils flare, his
