Page 18 of Sinner's Perdition

“You can suck yourself off.”

“No, my dick wants your mouth in particular.”

“That will never happen.”

“I will relish when you beg me to suck my cock and gag on my microscopic dick.”

I squeeze my legs together. Why do I find that hot? I am lightheaded when he puts me down and I stumble in his arms. I inhale the rich scent of man and cologne. It is a potent mix of bergamot, cedar, and leather notes. A sensual combination that has me yearning for another sniff.

I lift my chin and our eyes lock, his silvery ones deeper than the sky short of a downpour. I shudder at the magnetic pull. He’s a black hole, but he won’t pull me in. No, never. He puts the obscene yet unique ring back on my finger, his touch inflaming me even more than the stamp of ownership of his ring.

“I can’t believe you would have given him my ring.”

“It’s not like it means anything,” I say, while implications I can’t comprehend make the ring feel heavy.

His face contorts into a mix of disappointment and anger, only to set in acceptance. He cracks his neck. “Go spend some time with your friend. We’re leaving in a few hours.”

“I am not going with you.”

“Cara, in my trunk or in my passenger seat, the choice is all yours.”

“Ugh, I hate you.”

“If only I cared.”

With that, he leaves me with my mouth agape. I round the corner and come face to face with Cameron.

“Don’t antagonize him.”

“I want nothing to do with him.”

His lips turn into a conceited smile. “I smell desire, and you both need to fuck to get it over with. Cato can be a good man; he can be a monster. How he is to you, is up to you.”

“I prefer the monster, the real one rather than the pretense. I won’t marry him.” I will repeat that until I learn to accept the opposite will happen.

He turns to leave but halts to say over his shoulder, “Stubbornness is good for a queen, recklessness is for a pawn. Choose well.”

I open my mouth to counter his remarks when Aurora finds me.

“I hate this situation.” She takes my hand, and we end up in her garden.

“You’re still gardening.”

Her features ease, lips curled up in a dreamy smile. “It helps. I can’t believe you’re Cato’s fiancée.”

“I can’t believe you’re married to the guy you crushed on.”

“Yeah, watch what you wish for . . .”

I plop on the bench, and she adds, “Kieran was sweet and caring, now he’s someone I don’t recognize.”

We spend a few more hours together, and I even succeed in ignoring the ominous feeling of having to return back home for a while. If I had even the slightest chance of making it, I would just grab her hand, and we’d go somewhere far away, where our fathers could never find us.

“Just hang in there for a while. Your uncle is going to take you away from this place.”

She nods, and I frown, not understanding the flash of something else in her eyes.

“You’re still going to go with him, right?”

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