Page 49 of Beg the Night

“You’re taking your clothesoff?”

“Only the jacket! You want me to burn alive back here?”

“If it means remaining clothed, yes!” His shoulders rose and fell, rose and fell.

Without my permission, my eyes trailed down his back, lingering over his waist. He was too damn attractive for his own good. Why couldn’t he be hideous?

I’d never been a big fan of men. Not like I’d spoken to that many outside of my family, but from the few interactions I’d had, I’d learned to be wary.

Though none of the men I’d ever met looked like him. And none of them pissed me off while also making me want to beg them to touch me.

No, only Sinner had that privilege.

And right now, emotions like anger and frustration and desire were all mixed up.

I stretched my legs out and ran my hands down my face, wiping the sweat that now glistened across my skin. The heatwas only getting stronger, only pooling deeper in my belly, so deep I had to clench my thighs together.

My breath grew more shallow as the feelings compounded.

“Whatever you’re thinking right now, stop it.”

“I’m not thinking anything,” I panted. “Except for how much I hate this. And how much I hate you. And how much I wish I was in here with literally anyone else.”

“Is that right?” He finally spun around, pressing his back against the bars. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes darker than usual. “You’d rather be trapped in a tiny cell with a sex-drugged man with less restraint?”

I coughed on a laugh. “You really think you’re the only mystic here with restraint?”

He rolled his eyes. “I think plenty of men in that dungeon would be more than happy to be in this situation with you.”

That stung. I didn’t want any of them to touch me, and I sure as hell didn’t want any of them trapped in here with me. Yet it hurt, knowing Sinner wasn’t one of the men who’d gladly be stuck in this situation with me.

Was I that appalling?

I eyed him, only to find him drinking me in, his focus lingering over my exposed legs.

I took it back.

This was much, much worse than thinking he was repulsed by me.

I pressed my head against the wall until it hurt, clenching my thighs together even harder.

A broken sound left Sinner, one that forced me to dig my fingernails into the skin of my legs so I could think of literally anything but how badly I wished he’d move closer.

“It’ll pass. It’ll pass, right?” My voice cracked and my next breath came out as a rush of air.

Sinner clenched his jaw. “Either that, or they keep pumping the gas in here until they get what they want.” He trailed off at the end, taking another long, shuddered breath. From this angle, his chest looked wider than I remembered. He was strong as hell, that much was obvious. He was easily the biggest man in the dungeon, the biggest man I had ever seen, actually.

So when my eyes drifted down to his waist, below his belt, I shouldn’t have been surprised.

But I was very, very freaking surprised.

And before I could stop myself, a soft moan left my lips.

His bulge grew even thicker in his pants, and like me, he pressed himself against that wall like it would save his life.

I relaxed my thighs, letting them fall apart slightly, causing the slit in my dress to ride a little higher. God, I needed a little cool air. That would stop me from doing the very bad things I was imagining.

Sinner started to pace, mumbling words I couldn’t make out.

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