Crossing my arms, I meet his glare. “It’s not only your choice. It affects my body as well.” Almost as an afterthought, I lift a brow and add, “And have you considered that maybe you’re just a better person than me?”
Sin’s eyes flare at my blatant challenge, and before I can blink, he’s apparating us. We land on the far side of the room, with my legs wrapped around his waist, and my back pressed against the cold wall.
His hands are locked beneath my thighs, and my core presses against his hard length. The molten desire from moments before roars back to life, and Sin grinds into me.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I arch against him. At my response, he lifts me higher, kissing the junction of my neck before sucking the skin.
I moan, and he pauses just long enough to gruffly whisper, “Those are my terms, kitten. You want everything? Then you take everything, my soul included.”
His teeth sink into my neck, and I gasp, even as I try to press myself closer to him.
When he finally finishes sucking at the mark, I manage to rasp out, “Are you trying to use sex as a weapon against me?”
He licks my neck, and I gasp again, now half-laughing. “That’s manipulative, Sin.”
There’s a rumble in his chest, and I can’t figure out if it’s a growl or a laugh.
“It is. But, my fierce little mate, since you’re under the impression that you aren’t a good person, then I’ll gladly play the villain, right alongside of you,” he purrs.
My knees go weak when he calls me his fierce little mate, and suddenly, I’m grateful that he’s holding me up.
Sin doesn’t look like he’s in much better shape. His fingers twitch from where they’re resting, millimeters from my exposed center, and his breaths are heavy.
“So, you think you can hold out on fucking me for eternity?” I smirk.
Not to sound overconfident, but I’m feeling pretty good about my odds here.
Sin wants me. He’ll give in.
“Not at all,” he answers simply, still holding me against the wall. “I only need to hold out until you give in.”
I scoff, “Good luck with that.”
The look he gives me is purely predatory, and I can feel the shift in him.
The one that tells me without a doubt that I’m now being hunted.
But instead of pouncing, his hands loosen, and he gently sets me on the ground.
“Do you remember why I was selected to become a Destroyer, kitten?” He asks in a low tone.
Vaguely, I remember him telling me that it was because people thought he could read minds, but my answer lodges in my throat when Sin slowly sinks to his knees before me.
His voice slides over me like silk when he adds, “I think you’ll find I can beverypersuasive.”
Chapter 39
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule thirty-nine:Do not approve the request for sexy nurse uniforms.
You’d think a castle occupied by some of the most powerful leaders in all the realms would run smoothly while I slept.
It did not.
Why?
Because politics are the worst.
