Page 113 of Sinful Games

"I’ve put love into these mocktails, so you better try it,zaychik," she said, her voice a breathy whisper as I licked and nibbled her neck.

Damn, I was frustrated that our clothes were in the way.

"Then pour it to me, baby," I replied.

She chuckled, grabbed one of the glasses, took a sip, then cupped my jaw as I opened my mouth. She brought her lips to mine, letting the liquid drip onto my tongue before sucking on it as I swallowed.

I hummed, licking her lips, my tongue mingling with hers.

"Good?"

"So fucking good," I groaned.

Her nails trailed down my chest, gripping as she unbuttoned my shirt, deliberately slow. "You wanna know what else feels good?"

I leaned back, eyeing her with a smirk. "Enlighten me."

Her hands splayed across my bare chest, sharp red nails biting into my skin. "The fifty grand I raked in last night."

Last night, after she threw that cocky little smirk my way, she claimed I wasn’t avoiding poker because I was tired—no, according to her, I just didn’t want to play because I couldn’t handle having my ego bruised when she won. I tried to laugh it off, brush the whole thing aside. But come on, how the hell was I supposed to ever say no to her, not with those damn irresistible green eyes daring me, practically begging me to take the bait?

So, we played. And, to my surprise, she wasn’t just good—she was ruthless. Every move, every bluff, she played me like I was some clueless newbie at the table. I didn’t stand a chance.

By the end of the night, she walked off with fifty grand ofmyourmoney like it was pocket change. I didn’t want to admit it, but watching her take me down so effortlessly? Fuck, I think I fell even harder for her.

I wiped the smile off my face with the back of my hand, shaking my head. "Never expected to lose against a girl, especially not my wife."

She hummed playfully. "What would you have done if you lost to a guy?"

My eyes locked onto hers as my hand reached for a strand of her hair, shoving it behind her ear before letting it slide down her neck. I gripped it tightly, yanking her closer, her hands pressing flat against my chest to steady herself. Our lips were just inches apart.

“He’d be fucking dead the second he put his last card on the table.”

Her lips brushed against mine.

“Then why am I still alive?” she whispered.

My fingers tightened around her neck. «Because you’re not just any player, baby. You’re the only one I want at my table.”

Her tongue slowly licked my lips, teasing me just enough to make my blood rush. Then she grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to meet her fiery gaze. “What if I like to playreallydirty?”

“Then I’ll have to show you exactly how dirty I can get,” I replied, my voice low and rough. I leaned in, our breaths mingling, the tension between us electric.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against my ear. “You think you can handle me?”

“Caia, I don’t just handle you—I fucking own you,” I whispered, my lips dragging down her neck, biting into that soft skin just enough to leave a mark. She gasped, shuddering as I felt her pulse racing beneath my mouth. “And trust me, I won’t hesitate to remind you of that.”

Her fingers tangled in my hair, gently tracing the scar at the back of my head. She knew the story behind it, the pain that shaped me. “How?”

I bit down on her earlobe, a low growl rumbling in my chest. “How about I show you?”

With that, I crashed my lips against hers, a fierce hunger driving me as I pushed her back onto the couch. I pinned her there, my body a heavy weight over hers, showing her just how much I craved her and why she’d always be mine—my wife, my obsession.

Chapter

Thirty-Six

“Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural.”

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