Page 55 of Sinful Games

"Watch it, Caia," he said, his voice low, almost too controlled—dangerously controlled. "You don’t wanna push me right now."

I should’ve listened.

I should’ve walked out that door, faced my father’s wrath for not getting the precious money he needed, and just gone on with my night.

But the fire inside me had already been lit, and there was no stopping it now.

"Push? Romaniev, I’m not just pushing—I’m shoving the truth right in your face," I whispered, stepping forward. "Because anything you could do? It wouldn’t come close to the agony of standing here, breathing the same air as you."

With a low, vicious curse slipping from his lips, Romaniev closed the gap between us in a heartbeat. His hands gripped me roughly, spinning me around before pressing me hard against the wall. The air was knocked out of my lungs as his body pressed into mine, his heat suffocating, his hand clutching the back of my neck.

His other hand slid down, grabbing the hem of my dress and yanking it up, his fingers grazing my skin in a way that sent unwanted sparks of heat through me. But I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. Not now.

I twisted, trying to get myself out of his grip. "Get off me," I spat, my breath ragged.

His mouth was at my ear in a flash. “Take it back,” he growled. “Rightnow.”

His tone was a command, a force of nature that would make anyone else crumble. But not me. My pulse raced, but it wasn’t fear; it was a surge of pure, defiant loathing.

I braced myself against the wall, taking a deep breath, and angled my head just enough to meet his gaze.

“Why?” I sneered, letting a dark, sarcastic smile curve my lips. “I’m just reminding you what a disgusting bastard you are.”

His grip tightened around my neck, and before I could react, a searing slap landed on my bare ass. The impact was so fierce it made me cry out, the sting radiating through my body. His hand lingered there, not just resting but deliberately caressing the wounded skin, his fingers brushing the edge of my thong with a cruel, taunting touch.

“Take it back, Caia.”

“In your dreams,” I shot back, feeling the words burn as they left my lips.

He let out a dark and rough chuckle before slamming his hand against my ass, twice—harder than before. The sharp sting of the impact left a fiery imprint on my skin, and I could feel the heat radiating from where he’d slapped me.

The pain wassointense I bit my lip, hard, feeling the sharp bite of my own teeth and the metallic taste of blood.

But then something shamefully humiliating and unmistakably wet dripped down the side of my legs. I couldn't lie to myself—I wasundeniablyturned on.

As Romaniev pressed his body harder against me, his thick, throbbing erection pressing into the curve of my back, it was painfully obvious he was turned on too.

His fingers moved even slower, teasingly deliberate, as if savoring every second of my humiliation. They slid lower,grazing the inside of my thighs until they reached that shameful wetness between my legs. He paused, pressing his finger against me, just enough to make sure I knew he felt it—knew exactly how much my body was betraying me.

"Still not taking it back?" he sneered as he shoved a fingerdeepinside me, no warning.

I shook my head, stubborn even now, and squeezed my eyes shut. My hands dug into the wall, bracing myself, waiting for whatever punishment he had in store. I refused to give him the satisfaction of my surrender, even though every part of me knew it was coming, knew it was going to hurt—just like I wanted it to.

He bit into the side of my neck, sharp enough to sting before ripping his finger out of me. My breath caught, but it was barely a second before he slapped my ass—hard, fast, three times, each one rougher than the last.

My legs shook, and then two fingers shoved back inside me, deeper this time, stretching me in a way that made my body tremble. A moan slipped free before I could stop it.

He thrust his fingers into me,deepand rough. "You're such a fucking mess, Caia."

He pounded his fingers into me, fast and hard, while his other hand shoved deep into my throat, making me choke on the pressure. Everything felt like too much—too hot, too cramped, too damn overwhelming. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming as I came harder than I ever thought possible, a desperate cry slipping from my lips.

I barely had a second to breathe before Lucifer shoved me around and slammed my back against the wall, closing the gap between us. His eyes were ice-cold, but there was a flicker in them—something sharp and cutting that felt a lot like loathing.

He grabbed my chin with a grip that was almost painfullytight, his mouth hovering just above mine. The air between us crackled with a different kind of heat now.

He brought his finger—still slick and glistening—right to my lips.

“Lick it."

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