Page 42 of Awakened by Sin

“You swing both ways?” Angel asked.

“No.” She liked dick too much.

“But you kissed her.”

Carmen shrugged. “Why not?”

He grinned. “So you like to experiment. You’re my kind of woman.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“You want a pretty face, banging body, and a woman who will leave the moment you’re done with her. I’m not your gal.”

Some of the easiness faded from his expression, and the hunter that made him crime lord material examined her more closely. “You think that’s all I want?”

“For now,” she allowed. Maybe one day he’d want to settle down like Gavin. Maybe not.

She prided herself on her ability to size up a person. Angel Roman was hot. Make that smoking hot. That was enough reason to make most women go stupid around him. Add the fact that he was rich, dangerous, and probably had the skills of an assassin, and he became irresistible. Most women would be fooled by his friendly, easygoing demeanor, but she grew up around men like him. There was something vicious and insatiable inside him. She wasn’t dumb enough to think she could tame it. She liked her men civilized with a naughty streak. She wouldn’t bend for an alpha male and had no wish to be in a one-sided relationship that would end in death or more heartache.

“Don’t be so quick to judge me.” One of his hands left her bare back to play with the ends of her hair. He held it up to the light. “Looks like fresh-spilled blood.”

She made a disgusted sound. “You’re such a crime lord.”

“Does that turn you on?”

“Nope,” she said with complete honesty.

He leaned close enough for his warm breath to breeze across her lips. “You have a wild side, Carmen. I can taste it.”

Her insides squirmed. Yes, he was good at this. But then again, so was she. She cupped the side of his pretty face and ran her thumb over his bottom lip. She felt him tense ever so slightly against her.

“You can’t handle me, Roman,” she said.

He captured her thumb and sucked it into his mouth. She ignored the spark of heat that speared straight to her lady bits. Holy fuck. No wonder men liked to stick their hands in women’s mouths. They were thinking about being sucked off … and so was she. His wicked blue eyes told her he would make her scream, and she believed him. From her position, she could tell he was packing and ready. It wasn’t fair. A man with a face like his should have a small dick.

She ripped her thumb from his mouth. “That’s not fair! We can touch, but no sucking!” Sucking was too close to the actual act, and she needed to keep her wits together.

“Who said I play fair?”

“True. You are a Roman.”

“Right. And we play to win.”

He was clearly baiting her. It took every ounce of control she possessed not to challenge him. It would be monumentally stupid to get involved with the new crime lord and a Roman to boot. His eyes glinted in the dim light, enticing her to pit her will against his. He was so hot. He would be dirty, animalistic and raw … Carmen bitch-slapped her inner hussy.

“Not this time, baby,” she said and patted his cheek. She eased back and was relieved when he released her.

His eyes swept her from head to toe. “Damn.”

“Eat your heart out, Roman,” she said before she walked away.

She perched on a stool at the bar to give her poor feet a rest. This time she ordered a water. She twisted off the cap and surveyed the club. It was impossible to find Shonda, Keenan, or any of the others in the crush. A compulsive beat hit the club, and the urge to dance was nearly irresistible, but she was half convinced she might not have feet tomorrow if she didn’t have mercy on them. Instead, she was forced to shimmy from a sitting position while she turned down men left and right.

“No speak English,” she said in a heavy accent to an especially pushy guy.

As the song faded and another began, she spotted Angel meander toward the VIP section. When he approached the wall of bouncers, Regal glanced over. When he spotted Angel, he leaped to his feet and pulled a black pistol from his pants.

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