I lean in, close enough to see the onyx flecks in his gray eyes. “Who owns who now?” I whisper, adding more pressure against his neck.
Sin’s eyes flare, and I swear I see a hint of pride in them before it disappears behind his usual smug look. In a blink, he pins my arms above his head. I shift to knee him in the balls, but Sin uses my movement to wrap his legs around my own, effectively immobilizing me.
I buck against his hold but get hit with a shock of heat when his hard length presses directly against the fabric between my legs.
“If you wanted to be on top, you just had to say so,” Sin notes as he rolls his hips.
I ignore the arousal that floods me.
“Not happening,” I answer, gritting my teeth.
Sin only shrugs, transferring my hands into one of his, refusing to let me go.
I struggle against him, but it’s like fighting a tree.
Without hesitation, he flips us so that I’m on my back, and he’s straddling me. His free hand grips my neck, but any heat that was just his gaze has been replaced by cold calculation.
The mood swings strike again.
“You’re going to be fighting creatures that have been alive for millennia. Get faster, and don’t pick fights you can’t win,” he barks. His hand flexes once against my throat, driving his point home before he climbs off me.
Blinking at the jolt in conversation and the lack of his body pressing against mine, I sit up, huffing, “I didn’t pick that fight. You did.”
My leg stings from the move I pulled, and Sin offers me a hand.
I ignore it, standing on my own.
“I goaded you. You took the bait. Doing that with other immortals will get you killed,” Sin instructs, his tone hard.
“I’m not a confrontational person. I would never go around trying to hurt people,” I argue defensively.
I can confidently say I avoid fights at all possible costs.
Only instead of arguing back, my comment seems to stop whatever frustration Sin is working through. Aslow smile spreads across his face, and I diligently focus onnotremembering how his mouth felt against me today.
“Oh, so I’m special to you,” he notes, cutting through my issues with fantasizing.
I flush. “You are not!”
My steps are heavy as I stomp away from him, but the stairs leading up to the balcony doors muffle the sound. At this point, I am more than ready for this conversation to be over, but of course, Sin only follows me.
“Careful, kitten. Talk like that, and I might start to think you like me,” Sin says, laughing at me.
“I hate you,” I mutter.
“Sure, you do,” he patronizes.
I turn to stick my tongue out at him but think better of it at the last second.
The absolute last thing this man needs right now is to think I’m offering him an invitation into my mouth.
A warm hand settles over my lower back, directing me towards the dining room. “Come on, let’s get you fed before you get angry.”
“I’m already angry with you,” I snap.
“Nah, if you were angry with me, you would have used your powers and really tried to hurt me,” Sin notes, still sounding amused. “You’re angry with yourself.”
I scoff, “Why the hell would I be angry with myself when you’re the one who thinks he can claim my body?”
