Page 301 of Evil Hearts

I don’t remember when I decided to touch him, but suddenly my hand is running its way up his chest. He doesn’t flinch or pull away, but his eyes flicker with eagerness.

“They’ve feuded with monsters for millennia, as I’m sure you’re aware,” he goes on. “I was working for them, and when they needed someone to point a finger at, I was there to take the blame. It didn’t matter what I said at that point. My debt to them was paid when they handed me over to Raiine.”

I have no reason to believe him, but I do.

“And now you’re stuck here until—”

“Forever,” he cuts me off. “She’ll keep me here forever.”

I want to needle him for more answers and pick his brain to learn his thoughts, but the room is sweltering. My desire to be naked trumps my desire for information. With any luck, we’ll have time for that after he’s fucked me so good I forget my name.

Maybe I’ll forget my questions along with it.

His hand slinks around my waist and stops at the small of my back before he pulls me against him.

“But for now, I’m yours.” His gruff voice vibrates across my skin, making me shiver.

His other hand slides behind my neck, tangling in my hair, and he tugs until I expose my neck to him. I’m soaking wet, with arousal dripping down my inner thighs, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

What kind of shapeshifter witchcraft is this?

I gasp as he grazes his teeth along the side of my neck, his tongue tracing tattoos on my skin. He bites down, making my knees go weak, but his hold on me keeps me upright. My eyes flutter closed as he sucks the side of my neck tenderly.

“You’re curious,” he says, his lips dancing to the other side of my neck. “Direct. I bet you like to be in charge.”

I hum a reply, relishing in his careful movements. He’s correct, but there’s no need to assure him of it. The confidence is clear in his words.

He lets go of my hair and cups his hand behind my neck, making me look at him again. I already miss the feel of his lips on me.

“What else do you know about me?” I ask.

His eyes, which seem to glow a rich amber color in the light, stare into mine, and the corner of his mouth curls up.

“I bet you want to lose control, to let someone else be in charge for a change.” With the flick of his hand, he unties the string behind my neck, and the fabric of my dress slips down my chest.It drifts to the floor, landing in a pool of ruffled fabric, leaving me completely nude.

My nipples pebble under his gaze, and I swallow hard.

“You want me to have my way with you.” His voice vibrates over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “To fuck you every way imaginable and leave you begging for more.”

He brings his face close to mine, his breath rolling over my skin, and my lips ache to feel his. I don’t know how he discerned all that in the brief minutes we’ve spent together, but he has me pegged. Even I wasn’t exactly sure why I decided on this venture when I got here—aside from curiosity—but his words ring with undeniable truth.

I want him to own me.

Control me.

Use me.

And I don’t want to have to worry about a damn thing, like whether or not I’ll ever see him again. Once I leave the walls of the mansion, I leave all this behind. It’s a one-time thing. A business transaction.

Then why do I feel so conflicted?

“Am I right?” he asks, leaning to graze his lips against mine. The touch is brief, but it stings, sending an electric shock through my body.

I nod, leaning forward to make contact again, but he stays just out of reach.

What a little shit.

“Yes,” I finally pant, desperate to feel more of him on me.

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