Page 56 of Sinful Games

I was still buzzing from my orgasm, feeling overwhelmed by his body pressing me into the wall. The way he loomed over me, his height making me feel utterly small, mixed with his heady scent, had me dizzy. I couldn't escape it; I was totally at his mercy.

Don’t give in, Caia!

But my body had other ideas. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and slowly dragged it across his finger. The taste of myself was sharp, intimate, and oh so sinful. I kept my eyes locked on his, trying to read that unreadable look.

He watched me with a dark, hungry look as I sucked his fingers.

A desperate moan slipped out, and my cheeks flushed hot.

Gosh, I want more. Ineedmore.

He let out a scoff. “Patheticanddesperate.”

What?

His words sliced through the air, each one sharp and cruel. He pulled his hand away and turned his back, but not before throwing me a final, cold glance.

“If I see another man’s hands on you tonight,” he said, his voice a chilling whisper, “I’ll make sure to find him, rip his fucking hands off, and shove them down your throat. Don’t ever test me again.”

As his threat settled into the room, I felt my whole body freeze.

I watched him walk out; the door slamming shut behind him.

Oh, Cai. What have you done?

Chapter

Seventeen

“Logic is what the devil likes most.”

?Kelly Braffet

Alexsei

I twisted the poker coin between my fingers, the light catching the engraved number “100,” its black and dark green surface gleaming like poison. That same shade of green—hereyes—burned into my memory.

That little witch, that stubborn, fiery thing I had to tame, always flashing those damn emerald eyes to me like they were a weapon.

I brought the glass to my lips, the vodka searing down my throat, hot and brutal, just how I needed it. Throwing my head back against the sofa, I let the burn settledeep in my chest, trying to drown out the rage under my skin. My mind was a warzone, a mess of twisted thoughts and raw need.

That fucking painfully gorgeous girl.

She had no idea what kind of fire she was playing with. And yet, here I was, caught right in the middle of it, wrestling with the urge to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget—to let loose and dive into her until there was nothing left.

Every time I closed my eyes, there she was—those green eyes locked on mine, daring me, pushing me. My fingers in her mouth as she sucked on them, her lips wrapped tight, making it impossible to focus on anything but how much I wanted to ruin her.

My grip on the coin tightened, the cool metal biting into my palm, but all I could feel was the heat of her skin under my fingers, the way it would feel to wrap my hand around her neck and remind her who’s in control.

I should’ve fucked her already.

This game should’ve ended a long time ago.

I’ve never had to wait this long to fuck a woman. Usually, they’re mine before I’ve even finished my drink. But this one? She’s different—got me twisted up in ways that piss me off and turn me on all at once.

I twisted the coin again—the one she’d shoved into my suit pocket a week ago, right before she had the nerve to insult me to my face. As I turned it over in my fingers, something dark and unsettling clicked inside me.

I realized I was holding the twisted key to my quest, the answer I’d been searching for.

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