Page 38 of Sinful Curses
Sahira hadno idea where she was going, only that she needed to get away. How had she been so stupid and weakagain?
Whydid she keep giving in to him, andwhydid she still crave more even while she berated herself? What was it about him that she couldn’t resist? It certainly wasn’t his sparkling personality.
She should have climbed off her stool and walked out of the bar an hour ago. Or, better yet, never sat next to him at all.
Instead, she’d done all thewrongthings and succumbed to that hideous man’s temptation again.
But what a marvelous temptation it was.
She couldn’t suppress the shiver racing up her spine as she recalled the feel of him moving against her. His hands were so warm on her skin, and his tongue on her clit had undone her completely.
Unlike any of the other men she’d been with, he possessed and owned her in a way no other had. He made her forget everything but him as the pleasure he gave became the focus of her world.
She hated him for it.
She was almost at the end of the street and near the library when she heard someone calling her name. Turning back, she spotted Elsa striding toward her.
Sahira’s heart sank. She didn’t want anyone else to know how weak she’d beenagain, but if Elsa was here, she’d seen or heard something.
Desperate to be somewhere less exposed for this conversation, Sahira hurried up the steps of the library. She opened the door and entered the dusty building.
She wanted to run until she couldn’t anymore, but she’d cornered herself here, and it was time to own up to her weakness. Her feet thudded against the wooden floor as she strode into the main part of the library with its three stories of empty shelving.
She’d never been much of a reader, but these barren shelves were as depressing as her inability to resist a dickhead dark fae with a god complex. Sahira stood in the middle of the room as she closed her eyes and restrained the scream reverberating in her head.
Elsa’s nimble steps barely made a sound against the floor as she approached. Sahira opened her eyes to take in the dust particles dancing through the air around her. The sunlight spilling through the open windows did nothing to warm the coldness seeping through Sahira.
“Are you okay?” Elsa asked.
“No.”
“Did he hurt you?”
Only my heart,but Sahira kept those words and their awful truth to herself. She was already ashamed of herself; she couldn’t admit she had some very complicated feelings for the dark fae douche.
“No, he would never do that,” she said instead.
“Good.”
Sahira kept her attention on the specks of dust as Elsa came to stand beside her. “If it makes a difference, I think he cares for you too.”
“I don’t care for him,” Sahira said far too quickly. “He drives me insane. He’s an asshole, and I hate him.”
“Sure, you do.”
Elsa’s voice dripped with sarcasm as she drew out the wordsure.
Sahira wanted to be annoyed with her, she hadn’t asked Elsa to come here and be insightful, but all her irritation remained focused on herself and Orin.
She sighed as she tried to catch a speck of dust and failed. “I really do hate him.”
“I’m sure part of you does; he makes it quite easy to hate him, but there’s more to it than hate. That would be too simple.”
“Yeah, it would. It’s all so complicated, but none of it matters because he’s a dark fae, and we all know whatthatmeans.”
“We all know what it usually means, but like I said, I think he cares for you too. That doesn’t mean it’s healthy or something good for you, but I believe it.”
Sahira started to deny it, but curiosity got the best of her. “Why do you say that?”
