Page 86 of Cursed

The filmy silk robe I wore clung to my body, luxurious and sensual.

There was no need for pretence with Bastian.

I knew what he wanted—and there would be no need to disguise my own lust, either.

I’d been thinking about Bastian’s touch for far too long, and our previous interlude had only awakened what I had hoped to bury.

With the other two, I’d had to be careful… But I had almost reached my goal, and there was no need to shy away from it now.

Bastian was unpredictable. But only in some ways.

I sensed his approach before his hand touched the door.

His knock wasn’t tentative, and he didn’t wait for me to open the door.

It creaked open and Bastian stepped inside.

A vague gesture with his hand closed the door and locked it and I turned toward him.

He moved with a fluid grace, and each step was deliberate and confident, like a predator prowling the perimeter of its territory. His unruly blond hair framed his face, and the shadows accentuated the sharp angles of his jaw—the hunger that glinted in his pale eyes instantly overpowered his angelic guise. He thrived on chaos, and there was malice in his gaze as well as mischief.

“Did you miss me?” he asked in a teasing tone that sent a shiver racing down my spine. I forced a soft smile onto my face.

“I was worried you might not come.”

He shrugged and began to unbutton his shirt. “How could I resist?” he replied.

I walked toward him slowly. His presence was warm and inviting against the chill of the room.

The gravity of his charm pulled me in and wrapped around me like a serpent coiling tighter, threatening to squeeze the breath from my lungs.

“You didn’t waste any time,” he said as his eyes raked over my body.

The robe was almost transparent, and Bastian’s lust was just as naked as I was.

“No need to delay,” I replied. “You can have what you want—”

“And then you’ll get what you want,” Bastian chuckled.

Yes, I will.

I forced my gaze to remain steady, even as the whispers in my mind grew.

Bastian shrugged out of his shirt and dropped it to the floor before he unbuckled his belt.

“Get on the bed.”

A command, not a suggestion.

I untied the belt of the robe with fingers that shook more than I wanted to and the delicate material slid down my shoulders onto the floor as I stepped away from it.

Uncertain, I leaned against the edge of the bed, conscious of where I had hidden the dagger.

It had to stay within reach.

Whatever Bastian had planned, I was going to have to keep my wits about me so I could take advantage of the situation when the time came.

Bastian kept his eyes on me as he pulled his leather belt through his hands. “Not like that,” he said. “Hands and knees— Ass to me.”

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