Page 80 of Sinful Games

I hated how just being near him always stirred something inside me.

“How many men have fucked you?”

I gasped, stunned. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just trying to figure out if I’ve married a whore or not.”

Freaking asshole!

I snapped, my hand flying out to slap him, but he intercepted it, grabbing my wrist with a firm grip.

His eyes darkened. "Answer me."

“Let go,” I tried to yank my wrist free, but his hold only tightened. “I’m not like your mother, Romaniev. You don’t need to worry about that.”

Regret hit me hard, and my throat tightened the moment I realized what I’d blurted out.

This man really had this insane talent for bringing out the worst in me.

His eyes flashed with anger, and he grabbed my hair, yanking it back to force my head up. His face was inches from mine, breaths quick and harsh, nostrils flaring, and his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink—I’d definitely hit a nerve. He hated any mention of his mama.

"Be careful, sweetheart," he whispered softly, yet his anger roared loud enough to make him even more menacing. "Don’t play with fire, or it’ll burn you alive."

I glared at him. "Just don’t insult me again, and we won’t have a problem."

He shot me a fleeting frown before pressing himself against me. I placed my hands on his bare chest, regretting it the moment I felt the heat radiating from him. His heart pounded beneath my palms, matching the frantic rhythm of mine.

He released my hair and wrist, then planted his hands on either side of me, gripping the sink’s edge. “I’m just trying to get to know you, that’s all.”

“Don’t,” I breathed out, the word trembling as it left my lips.

He stayed close, his breath warm and uneven against mine. For a beat, the world seemed to pause around us. His voice dropped to a velvety murmur. “You’re a challenge, Caia. I like that.”

“And I don’t like you.”

A soft, dangerous laugh escaped him. His dark blue eyes bored into mine, searching, unraveling. Then his expression turned serious. “Who hurt you, baby?”

My face paled, and I tried to push him away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Your body betrays you. You’re scared of something orsomeone,” he said, his fingers gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. I closed my eyes.

Of course, Lucifer could see right through me. It was like he was determined to expose every part of me that I wanted to keep hidden.

“It’s not your business,” I muttered, the lump in my throat growing heavier.

“Oh, but it is. Because,” he murmured, his voice a low purr as he dipped his face into the curve of my neck. His lips brushed lightly against my skin, teasing and electric. “You,” he traced a slow, deliberate lick up my neck. “Are,” he pressed another kiss, his lips lingering and warm. “Mine,” he bit down gently. “Now.”

“In name only,” I whispered back. “You said so yourself.”

His touch was intoxicating, and I found myself craving more, desperate for him to continue exploring every inch of me. But as my mind clouded with confusion, the entrance buzzer rang.

Someone’s here.

I snapped my eyes open, my body reacting on instinct. I shoved him away and dashed to my room, slamming the door behind me. I sank against it, pulling my knees to my chest.

In less than a day, I’d landed in cosmic trouble.

I needed holy water and a survival guide for dealing with my own chaos because let’s be real, I wouldn’t last a week in this devil’s lair. His sinfully tempting naked body was basically a test of my willpower, and I was failing spectacularly.

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