Page 203 of Sin With Me

“You already did.”

He throws my hand away, and I let it fall limply to my side. The honesty of his harsh words stabs me in my heart. With the hand that was just holding mine, he brings it to his lips, pinching the white stick between his fingers, his body still too close to mine.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt, my bleeding heart lurching into my throat. “I don’t know what I did to make you hate me.”

“No?” He lets out a humorless laugh, and I press my back harder against the wall, my nails digging into the wood.

“What can I do to fix it?” I rasp, and his lips curl in a wicked smile.

“It’s too late,” he mutters. I shake my head, not letting myself believe those words.

It’s not too late. It can’t be.

I can’t lose him again.

“Please,” I whimper. “I’d do anything.”

His brow raises, that same grin spreading across his face. “Anything?”

I swallow hard as I nod, steeling my spine with a strength I don’t feel. But it’s true. Now that I have him back, I’ll do anything to keep him. I’ll bleed myself dry for him. Even this fucked up version of the man I once knew. He’s different, but so am I. Maybe this new version of Roman is supposed to fit the new version of me.

Maybe we aren’t meant to be what we once were, but having him in my life, even like this, is better than not at all.

Slowly, he inches the cigarette toward my face, his eyes glued to the glowing ember tip like he’s under its spell. But I’m transfixed by him. By the tension etched on his brutally handsome face, every muscle taut, poised for the recklessness of this.

Just a breath away, he stops, letting the searing heat dance its warning along my skin. Finally, his eyes snap to mine, the orange light reflecting in them, painting him more demon than man.

“Would you burn for me, little sister?”

My breath catches, my jaw slackening as the threat of his words linger in the air. Without my permission, my hand lifts and wraps around his wrist. His brow kicks up, watching as I tug him closer, pushing up on my tiptoes, letting the heat give me more bravery than I’ve ever felt.

“Anything,” I breathe, my voice a barely-there whisper.

I watch as he pulls his hand away, my fingers still wrapped around his wrist. He brings the cigarette to his lips, inhaling a deep lungful of smoke. Slowly, he lowers his mouth, letting his lips ghost over mine.

My mouth drifts open and he exhales, making me breathe in the smoke. It burns as it goes down my throat, filling my lungs, causing my eyes to water.

Letting my eyes flutter shut, I release the smoke on a phantom breath. His body is so hot, so hard against mine. He braces his fist on the wall beside my head as he leans in more, invading me completely.

Anticipation swirls in my stomach as I wait for his searing kiss. Insead, he smiles against me, a dark laugh leaving him.

“You’re so desperate,” he whispers, his lips moving against mine. “It’s pathetic.”

My eyes fly open, my mouth gaping in shock. Moving my hands to his chest, I shove him away. He stumbles back a step, letting out another low laugh as he brings the cigarette back to his lips for the final drag.

“Fuck you,” I spit.

“Look at you, using big girl language,” he chides. “What would Daddy Dearest say?”

A sneer creeps across my face, and I whirl toward the door, needing to get the hell away from him. How can he be so perfect one moment, then so infuriating the next?

“Don’t forget to wrap it when you fuck someone tonight,” he calls, forcing me to come to an abrupt stop.

Slowly spinning back around, my hands ball into fists at my sides. “You’re such a fucking dick, Roman.” He grins, shrugging as he slides his hands into his pockets.

“Just looking out for you, little sister.”

God, I want to punch him. I want to steal that damn lighter in his pocket and light him on fire with it.

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