Page 172 of Awakened by Sin

He ignored his fork and picked up the cake with his hands. “I didn’t think vanilla would do it for you.”

“Who said he’s vanilla?”

“Come on. We both know he isn’t like us.”

“There is nous.”

“Of course, there is. You’re just playing hard to get.”

“Excuse me?”

“You want me.”

He finished his cake and licked frosting off his thumb while he stared at her. She ignored the tummy clench. The same thing would happen if she was watching a cologne commercial. Any hot guy could get a reaction out of a woman.

“I don’t want you.” Her voice didn’t come out as nonchalant as she wanted.

“You do,” he said with an arrogance that made her want to slap him.

“You know what Ireallywant?”

He tensed. “What?”

“More of this cake.” She held his gaze as she forked up a piece and opened her mouth wider than necessary to accept the spongy piece of heaven. Angel watched silently as she chewed and hummed in delight. Her tongue flicked out to catch a smear of frosting on the fork.

“You’re fucking with me,” he growled.

She grinned, unable to hold a straight face. “You deserve it.”

He dropped the easygoing façade and stepped into her space. She had to lock her muscles against the instinctive urge to retreat. He was so close that she could smell his cologne. Clean, fresh, inviting. It didn’t match the man who wore it. He should be wearing something spicy, musky, with bite.

His eye contact was so direct that it felt like a physical touch. She stared into dark, fathomless blue. His beast was in his eyes. Being around Gavin for over a decade, she should have been immune to Angel’s brand of badassery and sex appeal. He was his own brand of psycho in a pretty package. On the surface, he appeared as affable as Marcus, but she knew better. He had a cruel streak that made him the perfect candidate to bring Las Vegas to heel.

“You wanted what I gave that slut.”

His coarse words matched the dark hunger in his eyes. It evoked memories of him finger fucking that woman. She gave a one-shoulder shrug.

“I’m not into group sex.”

“What are you into?”

“You’ll never know now, will you?”

They stared at one another, a silent battle of wills. She refused to walk away. She wasn’t a weakling, and she wouldn’t bow down to him because of his title.

“I was letting off steam after a few kills,” he said in a goaded tone.

That explained his pathological behavior that night. “Well, I hope that got you off.”

“It didn’t.”

The implication was obvious. He was still hungry. She felt warmer than she had a minute ago. “What a shame.”

“Yes,” he drawled as his eyes traveled over her face and landed on her lips. “You made your point at Lux.”

“So did you. You can’t have everything you want, Roman.”

“Fletcher can’t handle you.”

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