Page 47 of Sinful Games

A soft breath left my lips.

Either get fucked by Lucifer, which I’m pretty sure wouldbe the best sex of my life, or head back to my cold, empty apartment.

I was caught in a storm of conflicting desires, battling my doubts about myself and what I truly wanted. The cravings I felt for him were intense and overwhelming, yet they terrified me—was I betraying myself, or was this simply what my father wanted? It felt deeply dangerous and sinful, and the war within me only fueled my confusion.

My body was betraying me, aching for a raw, new experience I’d never faced before.

Maybe he’s the one who’ll show me what real good sex is all about...

Gosh, it felt like standing on the edge of a dark abyss, where the thrill and terror of the unknown were pulling me in with equal force.

"I need an answer."

I took a tentative step back, then leaned into him, pressing my body against his.

He sucked in a sharp breath before his hands slid onto my hips, gripping them tight, his fingers digging into my skin. He lowered his face to the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply as if he was trying to imprint my scent on his memory. He mumbled something low and unintelligible.

"Use your words, Caia," he whispered against my neck.

I shook my head, turning to face him and pressing my hands flat against his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath the fabric as my nails lightly dug in. The contrast between his hard strength and the warmth radiating from him was almost intoxicating.

How could he be so damned thick and yet so soft?

Rubbing his chest, I lifted my head to meet his eyes.

"I can't—" My voice trailed off, and I shook my head again. "I can't do this, Alexsei."

My little devil crossed her arms and sulked, turning her back on me, not even bothering to help. I couldn't bring myself to sleep with him. I couldn’t continue down this path. Once had been enough. My innocence was already stolen by my father, leaving a wound too deep to reopen. Despite the cold facade I wore, my heart couldn't justify using my body just to survive anymore.

I wanted him. Gosh, I wanted him more than I could admit. But my father…

I could already feel the weight of his wrath looming over me, like a noose tightening around my neck. He’d destroy me if I didn’t obey. But right now, the idea of giving myself to Alexsei, letting him have me like I was nothing more than a prize, made my chest tighten in pure panic. I wasn’t just saying no—I was defying them both. And even if it meant I’d pay for it later, I couldn’t give in. Not here, not now.

For a moment, his brows furrowed, then he leaned his head back into the crook of my neck, his fingers gripping my hips firmly. His fingers gripped my hips firmly, and his warm breath teased my skin before he gave it a quick lick. Goosebumps erupted all over me as he blew cool air over the damp spot.

"But you want this, Caia," he murmured. "I canfeelit," he added, his hand lightly squeezing my ass.

I was so hot, I felt like I could pass out at any second.

"I can fuckingsmellit," he inhaled deeply, nestled against my neck.

I let out a little moan as he kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear.

"And I canseeit," he said, his gaze dropping to my chest where my nipples strained against the fabric of my dress.

I had worn this dress to feel confident—red usually did it for me. But now, all I could think about wastaking it off.

"So, give in, baby," Alexsei whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.

Nyet,I had to protect what little remained of my heart and soul... but perhaps—just perhaps—a taste of Romaniev could be the key to reclaiming some control over my desires.

Maybe I deserved that, just once, something selfish, something forme.

My thoughts slipped as Alexsei pressed me harder against the sink, his erection undeniable against me. Heat spread through my body, making it impossible to ignore the tension. His lips traced slow, deliberate kisses along my throat, each touch sending my pulse hammering in my veins. When he reached my jawline, he kissed it softly, then nibbled at my ear—sharp enough to make me gasp and leave a mark.

I needed to push him away, but my body wouldn’t listen.

His hands gripped the sink on either side of me, trapping me. His lips, red and glistening from our heat, hovered just inches from mine. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, and it made something primal stir in me.

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