Page 130 of The Sinner's Bargain

It was carefully selected, despite the rush. I had wanted something he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off.

I wanted him hungry and on the brink.

I wanted him to look at me as if his next breath depended entirely on me, because I was going to seduce Thoran Lacroix into my bed before the night was over.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

NAYA

My heart was running rampant in my chest as I waited for Thoran. It knocked against my ribs and vibrated through my bones. I could feel it beating between my ears.

Between my legs.

The thrum there was a maddening pulse begging for his attention and it was all I could do to keep from touching it myself. I even intentionally left my panties off. I wanted nothing between me and him when he took the dress off.

A bundle of raw nerves and excitement, I was practically humming by the time he knocked.

Bracing, I took a deep breath and opened the door.

Thoran froze.

His eyes darkened as they moved over me. Down me. Stopping briefly on my breasts barely held in place by fabric before drifting up to my lips.

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that, sweetheart?”

I wished I could say your bed, hopefully. But I was nowhere near that bold. So, I could only stand there and let him undress me with his eyes.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.”

Bolting down my courage, I braved the single step between us. Bringing myself directly into the lion’s path. Right under the chin he had to lower to meet my gaze. His arm did the rest. It hooked my middle and drew me in the rest of the way.

“I have every intention of taking that off you be the end of the night. Everything except the lipstick and the heels. You’re going to need those for when I bend you over and fuck you from behind.”

My mouth was a dry cave of so many things I wish I could say and could only manage weakly, “And the lipstick?”

Thoran smirked. “I want it smeared across my cock after you clean both our cum off him.”

The visual sent a hot slash of what I was beginning to recognize as arousal through me. It seared and crippled. It made the place between my thighs throb with such violent ferocity, I gasped. My fingers tightened in his shirt when I felt something wet roll down the insides of my thighs.

“Thoran,” I panted.

The humor vanished from his face. Replaced with a hard grinding to his jaw and a dark, predatory sneer to his lips.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered.

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