Page 147 of Twisted Sins

“How old are you anyway?” she asked. “Forty or fifty years old?”

She knew he was young because he was only a small boy when he left Singoor twenty years ago. She guessed he was around one of her brothers' ages, between mid- to late twenties.

The demon twisted his mouth as he leaned closer. His hand slipped under the water and went between her legs, making her gasp. His finger brushed against her wet, hidden folds.

“I’m old enough to know what makes you come screaming my name.”

Her face heated even as her body was on fire. “Savage demon!” She pushed away his hand from between her legs.

“This demon knows you and your boyfriend did nothing. I took your virginity two nights ago.”

She sucked in an angry breath. “I wasn’t a virgin.”

He raised his eyebrow. “There was blood, and I felt the resistance.”

Her face flushed further. “It was my period! The resistance was because it’s been a while. I had sex many times before, and you are nothing special. In fact, I wasn’t impressed at all. It taught me that big doesn’t always equate to being better.”

His mouth twisted. He didn’t seem offended, only amused.

She was pissed that he was cocky because he recalled her passionate cries and begging when he drove into her.

“Having sex with you doesn’t mean anything to me,” she said as she tried to make her voice indifferent. “My heart will always belong to Rahul.”

The demon’s grey eyes flashed. “Then maybe I should bring his heart to you,” he said in a soft, menacing way that made it obvious he meant it in a literal way.

She narrowed her eyes at his savage threat. “Rahul is not in Singoor,” she said smugly. “He is safe.”

There was a dark smile. “San Francisco isn’t that far. I heard Mission Street isn’t a very safe place.”

Shock ripped through her because Rahul’s parents’ home was in Mission Street. It was where Rahul must be currently staying.

She attacked him, wanting to hit him on his chest. “You savage! Don’t you dare—”

She gasped when he caught her wrist and pulled her to him until she was on his lap. She could feel his hard arousal against her stomach. Before she could escape, his mouth closed over the tip of her breast and suckled fiercely. She cried out and clutched his head as intense pleasure ran through her body.

“I don’t want you,” she whispered, trying hard to fight his seduction.

She trembled when his mouth moved to her other breast.

“But I want you,” he said and swirled his hot tongue over her hardened nipple.

His hand slipped under the water, and his fingers brushed against her wet folds. She cried out when a thick finger slipped inside. He stroked her until she was on the edge.

Just when she thought she would shatter, the finger disappeared. Hard fingers gripped her hips as the demon stood up. Water sluiced down their wet bodies. Her legs wrapped around him as their eyes met.

Dark, intense desire swirled in his grey eyes as he stepped out of the bathtub and carried her out. The air inside the bedroom was cool on her wet skin, but the heat in the demon’s eyes made her burn.

He lowered her until only her upper body was on the front of the bed. Her legs were wrapped around his hips as he leaned over her until the masculine hair on his chest brushed against her breasts.

I should not want him desperately like this.

And yet, she felt the burning need for him like a fever.

“This means nothing,” she whispered, determined to fight the demon’s seduction despite her desire.

“It means you are my mine,” he declared.

Before she could oppose, his mouth claimed hers while he drove into her, filling her with his throbbing desire. She cried out and held him as he began moving fiercely. Hot waves of pleasure spread across her body. She bit his shoulder, raked her nails across his back, and wrapped her legs around him while he drove into her like a storm.

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