Apparently that was the wrong thing to say.
He surged forward, pressing me back against the shelf of knives, his hands braced against the wood structure on either side of my face.
It felt like I was now trapped in a cage with the tiger.
His eyes scanned my face and he smiled. “You’re scared of me, Fea Remia,” he accused, his voice low and gravelly. “And you should be. Now tell me where my sword is before I prove to you just how much of a monster I can be.”
His turbulent ocean scent washed over me. Sin was dangerous, and right now I was the object of his rage. I should just tell him where it was and pray he decided not to take it out on me.
I couldn’t bring myself to say the words, though. I didn’t want him to let me out of the cage. I wanted to keep the tiger angry. I wanted to keep him pacing and snarling. I wanted to see what hemight do, how far he would go, because I honestly believed that he wouldn’t hurt me. Not really. But maybe that was what every victim thought just before they died—that the wild beast could surely be tamed.
“And what happens if I don’t tell you?” I asked, keeping my voice level, not willing to show him any of the fear I felt racing through my body. Fear and… something else.
I allowed myself to breathe him in deeply and watched his eyes flare as I did so. Arousal stronger than I ever expected to feel for this male filled me, the heated pulse in my low abdomen catching me so off guard that my knees wobbled. It might be twisted, but right then, I didn’t want Sin to fight off his urge to hurt me.
Maybe there was something wrong with me. Scratch that, of course there was something wrong with me, but it didn't stop the surge of desire I felt. I wanted to fall prey to his violence and passion because I knew if he let go, it would be all consuming. I wanted to feel that kind of intensity, if only once before he decided to hate me again.
Without thinking, I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips against his.
My entire body lit up at the contact, the slight roughness from his stubble more delicious than I imagined.
Sin tensed, and for a second I thought he would push me away, curse my name, and storm off.
He didn’t do any of those things.
Before I even knew what was happening, his hands were no longer on the shelf, but instead were wrapped around me as he returned the kiss with every bit of passion I had hoped for.
I melted in his arms as one of his hands snaked upward into my hair, clutching my loose strands tightly while the other moved low to wrap around my back, pressing me against his body. If I had any reservations about his desire,they disappeared the moment his hard length pressed into my stomach.
I met his fervor with my own, prodding my tongue at the seam of his lips. He opened to me, and I moaned softly into his mouth, desperate to taste him fully.
Daggers fell to the ground around us as he pushed me harder into the shelf, and a pained gasp escaped as one of the remaining knives stabbed into my shoulder blade.
The pain of the physical wound was nothing compared to the pain of Sin releasing me and turning away. My body mourned the loss of his heat and that perfect pressure.
I stood there panting, breathlessly waiting for him to say something. Preferably he would say nothing, and instead take me back into his arms. It was stupid to kiss him, but that didn’t mean I wanted to stop. I had a taste of his violence, and I wanted more.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, refusing to even look back at me. I reached behind my shoulder and saw the blood on my hand as I pulled it away. It wasn’t much but enough to warrant a bandage.
“I’m fine. Just a flesh wound,” I joked. If he got the reference it didn’t show.
“You should have Dey heal you,” he mumbled.
“I don’t want Dey to heal me,” I responded, wishing he would turn around and look at me. I needed to know what he was thinking.
“He’s very skilled, and it won’t scar if he does it,” Sin continued, still ignoring me.
“I said that I don’t want Dey,” I reiterated.
“I doubt you know what you want these days, Fea Remia.” Any softness in his voice was gone. He turned to look at me, and there was no emotion, no passion in his eyes. Just the cold hard reality that he didn’t want anything to do with me.
“I don’t think I’m the one who doesn’t know what they want, Sin.” I was proud of the unwavering strength in my voice.
He took a step toward me and growled in Rivellan. Just as I was hoping that he would grab me and we could pick up where we left off, his face closed off again.
“Get someone to heal that wound and bring my sword back here within the hour, or there won’t be any training today,” he said, his voice tight.
“Fine,” I snapped, heading toward the door.
