Page 46 of Sinful Games

I shrugged. “I don’t know. They never really clicked with me.”

“You’re weird,” she said, scrunching her nose and tapping her chin. “So, what’s your thing, then?”

“I have a few interests,” I murmured, my voice low and rough.

She leaned in, her eyes roaming over my face, lingering on my lips for just a moment. “Are you sure it’s not something... sweet?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Sweet?”

She slowly dragged her tongue over her lips, the motion deliberate. “Yes, quite...sweet.”

I tilted my head, a smirk playing on my lips. “Are yousweet?” I watched her, letting the question hang in the air.

One, two, three seconds ticked by.

She bit her lip. «Why don’t you find out?” she whispered.

I shook my head, downing the rest of my whiskey in one long gulp, slamming the glass down a bit too hard.

Fucking hell.

Chapter

Fourteen

“The human body is the best work of art.”

?Jess C. Scott

Caia

"Let's not start something we won't finish, Caia."

His voice was rough, like dark liquor poured over ice, each word crackling and melting me slowly. I couldn’t ignore how my body betrayed me under his smoldering gaze. Beneath my dress, my nipples hardened, and a throbbing heat pooled between my legs. Every inch of me was tuned to the electric pull he had on me, a visceral reaction I couldn’t freaking ignore.

I couldn’t decide if it was his eyes, an endless blue like a vast ocean pulling me under, or his neck—something I’d never really fantasized about before. His neck was a work of art:strong and thick, veins pulsing beneath the skin, and a beauty mark nestled just before his shoulder.

The little devil on my shoulder was practically stripping naked, fanning herself, and begging me to cross the table and fall into his arms.

I exhaled softly. "Who says we won't finish it?"

A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and the room fell silent except for the sound of Nina Simone's "I Put a Spell on You" drifting through the air. In that moment, I felt completely captivated, as if under his spell.

Needing some distance, I grabbed my plate and headed for the sink, fully aware of his eyes tracing every movement, lingering on my legs. My heart raced, my hands trembling.

Come on, Caia. You can do this just…seduce him!

A warm shiver ran through me as he closed the gap, setting his plate beside mine. He moved in close, his hands caging me against the sink, gripping it like he owned the damn place—which, considering it was his condo… he totally did.

Inside, my thoughts were a jumbled mess. His body pressed so close to mine, the heat radiating off him—it was almost unbearable. The little devil on my shoulder was practically waving a neon sign, urging me to just give in.

"I'm giving you two choices, Caia."

I froze, caught between the frantic hammering of my heart and his overwhelming closeness. His breath on my ear sent a wicked heat through me, turning my resolve into jelly and making my legs feel like they might buckle at any second.

Oh why, Lucifer, do you have this effect on me?

"Either you let me fuck you tonight," he whispered, nibbling on my ear as I bit my lip to stifle any sound, "or I take you home, and we pretend this conversation never happened."

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