Page 40 of The Fall of Sin (The Sins of Saint 2)

“Okay. Then answer me this. If I had to tell you right here, right now, that you had your freedom. That you can decide whether you want to stay or leave, without any repercussions…what would your answer be?”

This was exactly the direction of conversation I was trying to avoid. Saint had coerced me throughout this entire conversation, slowly and tactically cornering me. I wasn’t ready to have this conversation with him because I myself didn’t know what I’d do if he had to suddenly give me my freedom to choose.

All I could do was scrape together the tiniest bit of courage I had left in my veins so I could stand tall in front of the devil.

“I’d run,” I lied, and the smile on his face told me he saw right through it.

“You tried that once. You didn’t get far, remember?”

“I do. But next time, I’ll never stop running.”

With two strides, he closed the distance between us faster than I could retreat, and he leveled me with a stare that could crack through granite. “You’ll never stop running, and I’ll never stop hunting.”

He brushed the back of his hand down the side of my cheek, a gentle touch that contradicted the hard look in his eyes. Crystal irises drowning in sin captivated me, leaving me stranded and unable to move.

With a single finger, he dragged his touch down my neck, dipping between my breasts, setting my skin on fire. “Do not make me ask again, Mila.”

For the last few weeks, a game had started between us. A game where he demanded and I defied. But every player knew if you wanted to be the best, you had to have the insight to know when to fight, when to surrender. Never fight a battle you know you couldn’t win, and right now this was a battle, I’d lose if I didn’t submit.

Our eyes remained locked as I took a simple step back and reached for the zipper that stretched down between my breasts, no bra in sight. While slowly easing it down, I didn’t even blink, my heart racing at a thousand beats a minute. With a finger, I slipped the fabric off one shoulder and then the other, all the while never taking my eyes off his. Every breath I took had air settling deep within my lungs, my insides taut with tension. Saint’s expression remained stone as he watched me shimmy out of the jumpsuit. For the first time, he broke eye contact as the fabric pooled around my feet. He glanced down, eyes hooded as his leering stare moved up my legs. For a second, he paused at the apex of my thighs, leaning his head to the side as he regarded my black satin panty. His gaze cut up to mine with silent warning, his irises burning with lust and conviction—a mixture that could prove lethal for a woman like me.

I narrowed my eyes, but there was no denying the desire that simmered in my core as I slipped my fingers down my hips, deliberately taking my time with slow and measured movements until it joined the clothes around my feet.

I straightened with newfound confidence that cloaked my nakedness, and Saint’s burning stare settled between my legs.

“I love that you shaved for me.”

“Just doing what I’m told.”

His mouth curved into a devilish grin. “It feels good to fuck you while your bare pussy lips stroke my cock.”

Heat radiated from my cheeks as he explored my naked body with eyes that held promises of pleasure, drinking me in with irises that turned darker with every passing second as his appetite for the forbidden grew stronger. If lust could be personified, Saint would be it. The warning of his threatening intemperance reflected in his sapphire eyes, its tentacles reaching out to me, seducing me with promises of depraved desires. It amazed me how one man could elicit so many contradicting emotions from me.

Fear.

Hate

Desire.

Lust.

Four things that were complete opposites, yet with us it came hand-in-hand. I couldn’t have one without the other.

Saint nodded toward the swimming pool, silently demanding my next move in our little game of debauchery. Heat coated my skin, and it had nothing to do with the slightly humid temperature of the room.

Reluctance weighed down in the soles of my feet as I turned from Saint to face the pool. I could still feel his eyes on me, caressing me, touching me. His presence enveloped me and was impossible to ignore. I felt it coat my skin, causing my pulse to race as anticipation simmered in my core.

As I inhaled deeply, eyes closed, I lifted my hands and exhaled before taking another breath. With a last attempt to gather my nerves, I pushed myself up on my toes and dived into the pool. The warm water welcomed me as I cleaved my way through it with eased strokes. For those few moments, I defied the constant drag of gravity, my body weightless and the water like satin against my skin. Each stroke took me farther away from reality. Something about the motion became natural after a while, and I wanted to stay underwater where it felt like I was untouchable…until the burn in my lungs reminded me I needed air more than an escape.

Water cascaded down my face as I broke through the surface and wiped droplets from my eyes and down my hair. My eyes opened and found Saint as if there was a magnetic pull between us, as if he was my North and I’d always find my way to him.

He had taken a seat on one of the white couches, leisurely leaning back with his arms outstretched beside him. Majestic, a dark, sovereign prince, Saint sat on his throne watching me, admiring his queen indulging in the luxuries of his thriving kingdom.

Royal. Regal. Powerful. The slayer of demons in a hell where he ruled—where he made the rules of the game. A game I was slowly regaining power over.

The fire in his eyes burned as the fire raged inside me, lighting the courage I needed to turn this game of cat and mouse into a fiery game of temptation and seduction.

The tension around us intensified as our eyes remained locked. The feeling of complete weightlessness carried me, and I leaned back, my naked body breaking through to the surface as I eased through the water—drifting and floating with slow strokes of my arms and gentle kicks of my feet. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the scene in front of him as he watched me, the water softly lapping against my skin. Lust was all around it. I could feel it. Smell it. Fucking taste it. It controlled and moved us both. It gave me courage to grab on to the darkness I craved. The same darkness Saint had me addicted to.

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