Page 79 of Sinful Games

Despite my best efforts to stay focused, my eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, thick arms, and lean abs, each breath making him look even more irresistible. It was infuriating how effortlessly he exuded sex appeal.

Nope! Eyes up, Caia. Don’t let him seduce you again, even if it’s so… tempting.

I forced my gaze back to his eyes, only to catch a faint, smug smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“You’re not planning on keeping me locked up here, are you?” I blurted out, feeling my chest tighten at the thought of being stuck and cut off from everything.

He shrugged a shoulder. “I have other plans for you.”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “What plans?”

“We’re married now, Caia. Well, technically,” he said, putting his cup down. His finger traced a slow path over the crystal glass, making a soft clink. A smirk curved his lips. “Butreligiously, there’s something else we need to do to make this marriage … official.”

I scoffed. “Since when are you religious?”

“Since the day I met you.”

I rolled my eyes again, totally unimpressed.

The idea of Lucifer being religious was about as believable as a blind guy claiming he saw Jesus in his living room. It just didn’t make any sense.

I took a big gulp of my water. “What is it?”

“We haven’t consummated our marriage yet.”

I choked on my water and coughed a couple times. “What?”

“Fuck, love,” he drawled. “We haven’tfuckedyet.”

"And we never will, Romaniev."

He chuckled softly, shifting in his chair and crossing his arms, his forearms resting casually on the table. Seeing him like this, without his usual formal suits and fancy shirts, was strangely mesmerizing. It was almost distracting enough that I wished I could just keep admiring him in silence, avoiding whatever he had to say. But there was a silver lining: the guy was an absolute jerk. Knowing that made it way too easy to keep my disdain for him front and center.

“Don’t forget that you promised me to let me fuck you. I don’t take you for a woman that doesn’t uphold her words.”

I flashed a wicked grin. "Well, guess what? I'm a total liar. Guilty as charged."

He fell into a momentary silence, his finger rhythmically tapping the table as if plotting a million ways to get me to give in.

"Why did you run away?" he suddenly asked.

My brows furrowed. "What?"

He nonchalantly shrugged again. "Thatnight, you practicallybegged me to fuck you, then like you'd spotted a ghost, you bolted and went home. Any particular reason?"

My stomach dropped, and my palms began to sweat.

I certainly do not want to talk aboutthatnight.

Abandoning my seat abruptly, I carried my plate to the sink, giving it a quick rinse.

"I don't want to talk about it."

The last thing I needed was for him to uncover my weaknesses or pry into my past. Being coerced into this absurd marriage was one thing, but baring my soul for him to see my pain was a whole different story.

"Whether you like it or not, Caia," he said, getting up and taking his plate to the sink, "you're going to have to tell me why you're so scared?—"

"I'm not scared of anything, especially not sex, Alexsei," I shot back, spinning around to find him way too close to me. His face was inches from mine, our eyes locked. His scent enveloped me, and his warmth brushed against my skin.

---