Page 15 of Moonlit Temptation

“Yeah.” But it was a lie.

We were still locked together in a mess of heaving chests and wrapped limbs.

He was holding me longer than he should’ve. He did his job, rescuing me from a fall. But still, he held me.

Held me like he had no intention of letting go.

“Saint,” I breathed, the word heavy in my chest.

Nerves gripped me in a vise, trapped in the dark depths of Saint’s eyes. His head leaned closer, my heart beat harder. I was ensnared, unwanting to escape and willing to run away all at the same time.

These feelings that I’d harbored for Saint scared me. Controlled me in a way nothing else ever had.

His name on my lips broke whatever trance came over him.

Saint blinked a few times and with each one, I felt his limbs get a little looser around me.

He was slipping away and I was desperate to hang onto him.

With quick thoughts and quicker hands, I reached up to pluck the cigarette from his lips.

Before Saint could react, I fit the stick between my lips and slipped through the pub door.

His curse met my ears as I disappeared inside.

I was inside for less than a minute before hands sunk into my waist and pushed me against the nearest wall.

Saint’s scent wrapped around me as his body pressed into mine.

Trapping me.

Knots in my stomach tightened and heat traveled down to my core as Saint stretched my hands above my head. My pulse went wild.

What was he doing?

Doesn’t matter, I don’t want him to stop.

With one hand clasped tightly around both my wrists, Saint leaned in close, using his free hand to take back what was his.

I jerked my head away, keeping the cigarette from his grasp.

The chuckle he gave was taunting.

“You want it that bad?” he whispered, the sound harsh against my skin.

I didn’t move, noticing how his eyes hardened to stone.

“Go on, then. Suck it.” He gave the command like a general, and I was his lowly soldier who couldn’t say no. Who didn’t want to say no.

The way my body responded to the order would seem like he was telling me to suck something else, somewhere below his belt.

My gaze locked on his as my cheeks hollowed, filling my lungs with smoke.

Mistake. Mistake.

My lungs seized, throat burning as I spit the cigarette out of my mouth, not caring where it landed as I broke out into an eye-watering cough.

Saint dropped my arms and I bent over in suffocating agony. People actually enjoyed that? It felt like I inhaled fire.

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