Page 25 of Princes of Sin
“Come on. How about we call a truce?” I say, making my voice sound sweeter than normal.
I hold my hand out toward him, and when his eyes find mine again, something dark passes behind them. He reaches out like he’s going to shake my hand, but instead, he pulls me into his body before pressing me against the vanity. I gasp when one hand comes to my waist, and the other wraps around my neck.
“A truce?” he growls. “This isn’t fucking Girl Scouts. It’s the Lords of Fucking Darkness?—”
“You say that like I don’t know,” I rasp out, rolling my eyes. “You don’t have to mansplain the Lords of Darkness to me.”
Lachlan doesnotlike that. His hand squeezes my neck tighter, and I hate myself for being turned on—for imagining him hoisting me onto the vanity and hate fucking me with his massive cock. Despite having a firm hold on my windpipe and being hardly able to breathe, I feel myself get wetter as arousal lances through me.
“I’m not interested in a truce. I’m interested in finding your weaknesses and exploiting them until you flounder. Because I can tell you one thing, Astern Hackbolt: I refuse to compromise this job for anyone or anything. So if you continue to tempt me, I will have to do something about it.”
“Mmm, baby. Keep talking dirty to me,” I say, my voice hoarse.
He bares his teeth as a low rumble sounds in his chest.
“Last night never happened. If I’d known you were going to be here, I wouldn’t have touched you,” he snarls.
“Why?” I ask.
The question hangs in the air, and for a split second, he looks unsure. His hand loosens its grip around my neck, but then it’s replaced with something akin to disgust.
“Because you’re a distraction,” he growls. “A complication.”
Before I can respond, he lets go and walks off without another word.
CHAPTER 9
Otto
Having a beautiful yet deadly woman sitting on my lap makes for the most arousing drive to London. Alaric Cross is driving, Quinn is in the passenger seat, Max is next to me, and Lachlan is beside him. Naturally, everyone agreed that Astern should sit on someone’s lap since she is the smallest, and of course I volunteered.
So as Alaric weaves us through the countryside, I can’t help but trail my hands up and down Astern’s legs. And by the way she trembles on top of me, she’s remembering last night just like I am.
“Stop,” she whispers.
“Is that your safe word?” I ask, my voice thick as I pull her against my hard cock.
“You don’t want to know my safe word,” she mutters. “I don’t think you could handle it.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, my voice low enough for only her to hear.
She doesn’t respond, so I take that as a no. Smiling, I run a hand up her stomach to her chest, and then I let my hand snake underneath the beaded strap of her dress. She arches her back slightly as my thumb brushes against her tightened nipple, and when I pinch her firmly between my thumb and forefinger, she hardly reacts. Instead, she rolls her hips against me.
I use my other hand to brush her long, straight hair off her shoulder and plant a kiss against her bare skin.
Women can be so sensual—soft, forgiving, smooth… I love the idea of handling a woman and taking charge. Making them come. Watching them unravel. It’s why as much as I love sleeping with men, I could never fully give up sleeping with women.
My brother wasn’t wrong when he said I’d fuck anyone. It’s not someone’s gender that I’m attracted to.
It’s the way they carry themselves.
The way they speak, and move through the world.
The way theyfuck.
And Astern Hackbolt has her soft, little hand wrapped around my heart and my cock at the same time. Metaphorically, of course—though I endeavor to have her hand around my actual cock soon.
When I find someone that interests me, I fall hard, and I fall fast. I’ve had my heart broken more than a dozen times, but fortunately for me, there’s always someone else to shag.
