Page 64 of Masked Sins
My voice is low and flat—emotionless.
I can feel her studying my face—wonderingwhyI’m not grabbing her wrist and dragging her out onto the street. The thought of her trying to deconstruct me is appealing, so I keep my eyes forward.
“Yeah. I like it. I want to come back, actually. Maybe try out a scene.”
I grind my teeth and hope she doesn’t notice.
No one’s touching you.
Not while I’m around.
“You should.”
Several heavy seconds of silence pass before she laughs. “Do you have a fever or something?”
At this, I turn to face her with furrowed brows. “What do you mean?”
“Never mind,” she says quickly, brows punching together in confusion.
“Tell me.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the way sheobeysso well. One command, and she’s putty in my hands.
I am so fucked.
“I just thought you’d have a problem with me being here.”
I do. I really fucking do.I want to scream it. I want to lock her up in the dungeon for being here and chafe that perfect ass until it’s red and she’s screaming my name.
But I don’t.
Two years ago, I would’ve lost my shit. I would’ve acted on my impulses. But now that she’s talking to me as Starboy? I have to play it cool. I have to think long term. There’s no way in hell I’ll let her walk out of my life again, so I have to figure out a way to keep her interested in both StarboyandOrion.
And it seems giving her a bit of the cold shoulder works at getting her interested in the latter.
“You’re a big girl. You can do whatever you want.”
I almost laugh at her shocked expression.Instead of letting me see it, she turns to face the scene, attempting to hide the flush on her cheeks and neck.
“What happened to my stepbrother, and where did you hide his body?” she asks drolly.
I let my lips quirk into a smile. “Funny.”
“Really, though. You’re freaking me out.”
I slowly turn to face her, and she’s already looking up at me with wide eyes.
You’re going to regret pushing my buttons, Little Dancer.
Stepping closer, I place my hands on her shoulders and back her against the wall behind us. She lets out a tiny gasp when I step into her space so our bodies barely touch.
“A few weeks ago, you accused me of interfering in your lifetoo much.And now that I’ve taken you at your word and backed off, you can’t help but wonder why?”
Her cheeks flush even more pink, andfuck,she’s beautiful when she’s blushing. I want to see how much she’d blush if I asked her to join me in Purgatory. If I gave her no option but to bend over so that I could degrade her in front of everyone watching—edging her with my fingers until she was leaking down the insides of her legs, leaving bite marks along her delicate skin, filling her mouth with rope and using that ponytail to expose her throat so I could collar her once and for all…
One day, I’d make her mine.Officially.
I just had to get her to like me again first.
