Page 34 of Sinful Games

She hesitated, clearly torn between resisting and giving in. The air crackled with tension, and I could see her weighing her options.

Finally, with a resigned sigh and a deeper blush, she met my gaze again. “Fine, but I don’t eat meat.”

I nodded and gestured for her to follow me to my car. I opened the door for her, making sure she was comfortable and that her coat was out of the way before closing it with a click.

Good job, Alexsei, now you gotta find a fucking restaurant.

However, a better idea struck me.

As I settled into my seat, I noticed that Caia seemed preoccupied, her gaze fixed outside the window.

"No work tonight?" I asked, trying to break the silence.

She turned to me with a smile playing on her lips. A smile so sweet it made me want to devour it. “Homework, actually. I’ve got a photography assignment due in a week.” Photography?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m studying. I need to capture two black-and-white photos that reveal something about myself,” she explained, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. “It’s all about conveying depth through images.”

“Sounds like hell of a project.”

“Yeah… But I’m struggling to find the right subjects,” she admitted, a note of frustration creeping in.

I smirked. “Maybe I can help with that.”

I knew more about guns than cameras, but if it got me more time with her, I wasn’t complaining. The quicker she let me in, the quicker she’d end up in my bed.

She shot me a skeptical look. “Oh yeah? And how exactly?”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know—maybe you could point the lens at something worth looking at for once. Use me as your subject. I doubt you’re gonna find anything better.”

She scoffed, her eyes glinting. “And how would a selfie of yours reveal anything about me?”

“Well, it could show your professor someone you fancy.”

“Fancy, huh?”

I leaned in slightly. “Your choice: this, or a picture of my dick. Both would definitely make an impression.”

Caia chuckled and shook her head. “I don’t think my professor would exactly appreciate... that,” she said, gesturing up and down at me. “And just to be clear, I’m not interested in you or your tiny penis, Romaniev. I thought I made that pretty obvious.”

I smirked. It was like she was saying the wordpenisfor the first time.

Call me whatever you want, but her sharp tongue and biting remarks felt like dirty talk to me. I’ve always had a weakness for a smart-ass who doesn’t give a damn about me—it makes the chase so much more deliciously worth it.

Firing up the engine, I drove through the city.

We both stayed silent, but I could feel her eyes darting between me and my hands on the wheel. Every time our eyes almost locked, she’d quickly look away.

When we finally rolled up to our destination, Ipulled out the little black remote from my pocket to pop open the parking lot door. After sliding my matte black BMW into place beside its white twin, I got out and casually strolled over to her side.

There she was, sitting with her legs crossed and hands resting on top, her emerald eyes glinting like they were daring me to make her move.

She didn’t say a word.

“Come on."

She narrowed her eyes. “Where the hell are we?”

“My place,” I replied, nonchalant.

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