Page 14 of The Sinner: James

Completely swept away, I witness his lips moving again, curving into a softer smile this time.

He stays silent while I move my eyes over his attractive features, every part of him warning me that he is dangerous.

I sense him dark and strong and careless.

I sense him...inescapable.

“I’ll be damned,” he says, his eyes taking a snapshot of my face before descending slowly over my body.

A sharp intake of air raises my chest, making him shift his focus to my perky breasts.

His gaze stalls as they push against the fabric, my nipples pressing hard against the stretchy top.

“Can... Can I go now?” I murmur.

Slowly, he moves his gaze away from my chest and connects it with mine.

His smile makes my insides melt.

“I’m not so sure, honey. Lex? What say you? Do we let her go?”

My eyes dart to the blonde man.

Biting his lip to tone down a lustful grin, he lets his light-blue gaze float over my body.

I look back at the dark-haired man.

He releases my chin, and I can finally relax my neck as they exchange looks.

My eyes move back and forth between them, taking in their beautifully drawn, masculine jaws and stunning features.

Their eyes sparkle in the dark, mysterious smiles curving their lips.

They’re older than me. But they can’t be older than twenty-five.

“It’s up to you, James,” Lex says, narrowing his sky-like eyes at me.

James’ hand comes to my face.

Touching me, he completely erases the space between us and pins me against the wall.

My chest expands against his torso as I desperately try to breathe.

We lock eyes for a moment, and I vaporize under his stare.

“How old are you, darling?” he murmurs, his voice falling through me, smooth and thick like honey, spurring a reaction in my body and making me tingle between my thighs.

His fingers wrap around my neck, sending a rush of panic and pleasure through my bones.

“You lost your voice again?” he purrs, and my surroundings vanish.

For now, it’s only him and me and the hypnotic cadence of my heart reverberating in my ears, my temples, and my chest.

It’s also the overwhelming power of his eyes and knowing smile as the very essence of this man warns me, loud and clear, to stay away from him.

And then, there is this genuine curiosity to learn about me, and for some reason, that’s all that matters to me now.

My head starts spinning as I don’t pull nearly enough air into my lungs. Panicked, I clutch his forearms, my legs shaking.

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