Page 47 of Made to Sin

Butterflies tangled in my stomach as he gently sucked the skin into his mouth. I should have pushed him away, should have created the distance I so desperately needed to think straight, but if I had uncurled my fists, I would have lost all grasp of control.

“You’re so full of yourself,” I breathed.

I would never admit it to him, but I reveled at the sight of it. A man like Luciano Beneveti on his knees was a sight to behold.

I forced my eye to focus on the less interesting gray walls behind him. “Why am I here? What do you want?”

“You.”

There was not a single second of hesitation, he murmured his answer into my ear without evasion. His voice didn’t shake, the one word said with so much power the room turned deafening. I stilled, unsure if I heard correctly.

I couldn’t see his face but felt him momentarily stiffen as well. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe what he said either.

I can see why he likes youreplayed in my head.

My heart jumped. “Yet you left me tied up for three days? You had me within your reach, and you did nothing about it…”

“You wanted me to take you?”

The question was innocent. Too innocent. It was the strange calm that suggested a storm was coming. My skin tickled with a forewarning that something was going to happen, and I wasn’t sure if I was excited or scared.

I swallowed the imaginary lump in my throat. “Yes. Anything is better than being strapped to a chair.”

He pulled away from my ear but stayed close enough to hear my pulse’s rapid beating. Tension coiled between us, wrapping its stringy knots through the air. I held my breath as I waited for his answer, not confident I was ready for it.

“My apologies, sweetheart, but if I had taken you, three days wouldn’t have been enough. Especially if you’re unconscious.”

His wicked tone told me everything I needed to know. What he planned ran along the edges of sin.

Still, I couldn’t help myself from prying. “Enough for what?”

The corners of his lips curled. “Who else would dare to punish you for your crimes? Naughty girls deserve punishing.”

My mouth fell open. Then it closed. Like a fish, the pattern repeated another two times as I was rendered speechless by his heavy insinuation.

“I take it back,almostanything is better than being strapped to a chair,” I whispered.

He released a low breath of amusement that fanned the side of my face, making it hotter than it already was. “Ah, you’re being smart for once.”

I should be offended, but it was getting harder to deny the desire for him. I needed to leave before I did something I would regret— again.

“If I were smart, I would leave. So, if there’s nothing else, I would like to go to my husband.”

I didn’t, but going back to my room sounded better than staying in a creepy warehouse with a cold-blooded murderer who wanted to sexually torture me.

He grew oddly angry at my request, taking a nip at my exposed neck. “Take you home to your loving husband? Does he get down on his knees for you?”

His husky rasp and the pinch of his teeth drove an innate need down to my core. I harshly bit down on my bottom lip until a metallic tinge of blood kept me from reacting.

“It doesn’t matter who as long as they finish the job.”

His head lifted from my neck and pulled my hair back, so I was staring straight into his eyes. They were bottomless pits of black, a stare I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies.

It became a battle of the wills. He wanted me to say I was lying, to soothe his possessiveness.

I didn’t.

His jaw ticked and hardened when he realized I wasn’t going to back down, and he pushed off of me. “Get out while you still can, Katarina. If I see that you are ever at my mercy again, I won’t let you leave.”

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