I’m bluffing. Magnus and Damien are great and all, but no part of me craves their touch.
Sin’s jaw ticks, and his eyes darken.
For a moment, I think I might have gotten away with the bluff.
Until Sin steps forward, shutting the door behind him.
Chapter 26
Rule twenty-six:Do not, under any circumstance, admit that you liked that.
Sin stalks into my room, and it feels as thoughtime slows. Each of his steps is measured, and lethal intent radiates from him.
My heart rate escalates as I scramble off the floor, not wanting to be caught at a disadvantage.
Which is a complete joke, because Sinalwayshas the upper hand.
Unbalanced. Myrelationshippartnership with Sin is unbalanced.
Probably because his brain chemistry is, too.
My instincts scream at me to back up and run.
I ignore them.
This man has made a habit of trying to intimidate me by invading my personal space. I’m not saying itisn’t effective, but I will rot six feet under before ever letting him know that.
He crowds me, his body pressing flush against mine.
My breath catches in my throat, and I wait for him to stop.
Sin does not, in fact, stop.
He fists his hand into my hair, wrenching a gasp from me.
His grip is firm.
Merciless.
In one fluid motion, he spins me, walking us forward until he has me against the wall. His chest presses into my back, flooding my senses with his scent. His body heat provides a stark contrast to the cool stone wall.
A smart person would recognize that this is not a good idea, and Sin pauses for a moment as if waiting for me to make a decision.
I should tell him to stop.
I definitely shouldn’t like this.
Fuck,whydo I like this?
Another breath and Sin growls, grinding his hips against my ass, igniting the desire I’ve been meticulously trying to ignore.
His hand tightens in my hair, tugging it to expose the side of my neck. His warm breath fans over me, setting my nerve endings on high alert. My thighs press together, and I think my heart is trying to escape from my chest.
Sin’s mouth grazes against the sensitive flesh of my neck as he purrs, “I think my kitten is a liar.”
I close my eyes, trying to remember how to breathe, as his mouth moves to the shell of my ear.
“We both know who gets you soaked,” he adds.
