And, fuck if that doesn’t make me want to touch her more.
The way she’s standing.
The way she doesn’t quite lean in, but doesn’t lean away either.
The way her body is tense, but her mouth is soft, like she doesn’t know whether to bite me or beg me.
“You’re not scared of me,” I say slowly.
She hesitates. Just a breath.
“Should I be?”
I don’t answer.
I let the silence say everything.
And still—still—she doesn’t move.
So I lean in, nose brushing the edge of her temple, my mouth ghosting her skin with every syllable I let drip down her neck.
“You’re going to be.”
Chapter
Four
Cassandra
Ican’t breathe with him so close, what the fuck was Lola thinking leaving me alone with her very sexy brother, fuck, what was I thinking? Well, I was thinking I want to climb this man like a fucking tree… not, no, no, don’t think about that now, I automatically trap my bottom lip between my teeth and I don’t even know I’m doing it until I hear him growl.
Low.
Rough.
A sound that doesn’t belong in public.
My stomach twists like I’ve been spun around by a force I don’t understand, and when I dare to look up—he’s not even pretending anymore.
His eyes are on my mouth like he’s already claimed it, like he’s picturing what it’d look like with his fingers between my lips.
I swallow.
Mistake.
His gaze drops to my throat.
“You keep doing that,” he says, voice deep and low, “and I’ll stop playing nice.”
I open my mouth. Close it.
My brain’s a dead zone, my whole body’s flushed, pulsing.
“You okay, butterfly?” he murmurs, one corner of his mouth twitching—just enough to promise sin without showing any of it.
No. I’m not okay.
I’m standing in a club called Seventh Sin while the hottest man I’ve ever seen stares at me like I’m on the menu and he’s starving.
