Page 11 of Sinful Curses
“I’m free to fuck whoever I choose, just as you are… just as you alreadyhave. I don’t owe you anything.”
“And you think I oweyousomething?”
“I never said that. And you made it clear you didn’t when you left me in that room so you could cuddle up with a nymph and lick beer off her chest. We don’t owe each otheranything.”
She didn’t want to do it, she’d prefer to walk away with dignity, but he wouldn’t move out of her way. Her refusal had annoyed him; he wouldn’t yield to her, so she started to duck under his arm.
He lowered his hand to block her way. Her eyes slid to his as she rose to glower at him.
“If you want to keep that arm, I’d move it,” she grated through her teeth.
“Do you think you could take me, little witchy witch?”
“Maybe not kill you, but I’d do some damage.”
To her surprise, a smile curved the corners of his cruel mouth. Goose bumps rose on her neck as that smile unnerved her more than his snarl.
“You won’t fuck the demon while we’re out here.”
He was the only man she knew who could arouse her so completely and, less than a minute later, make her contemplate tearing his dick off so she could beat him to death with it.
“Let’s get one thing perfectly straight.” She poked his chest with her finger. “I’ll fuck whoever I want, and I’ll do it infrontof you if I decide to. You havenosay over my life.”
His eyes glittered with malice. “That’s true, but I’ll kill him if you do, and you’ll havenoway to stop me.”
Sahira blinked at his words and the certainty accompanying them. “What does it matter to you who I have sex with?”
CHAPTERELEVEN
That was a very good question;what did it matter to him? Whydidhe care? Why did the idea of the demon knowing her the same way ashimmake him itch to tear the bastard’s horns from his head and shove them up his ass?
It was never an issue for all the other women he’d been with, but for her…
For her, the idea made him murderous. He didn’t understand it, but he loathed it and the lack of control that came with this new development.
The woman was an enchantress who had worked her way under his skin, and he wanted to claw her out as badly as he wanted to screw her.
He was a dark fae, as cold and calculating as it got, but he didn’t feel indifferent to her actions and thoughts. She kept telling him no and had turned to another when she should be cravinghimas badly as he didher.
She stared expectantly at him as she awaited an answer he didn’t have. Finally, he shrugged. “I’m not done playing with you, and I won’t let anyone get in my way of that.”
Sadness flickered through her eyes, and her face briefly fell before she composed it again. Orin quirked an eyebrow over that development but didn’t say anything as she shoved his hand out of the way.
He decided against stopping her. Her question still had him rattled, as did his lack of a true answer, and not the one he’d give her because, at heart, he didn’t think it was true. She was still a game, and he would make her pay for her betrayal, but she was also more than that to him.
“So, I’m still a game to you. Got it,” she said as she retreated toward the cave.
Orin restrained himself from following, but when she rested her hand on the wall above the crevice and bent to enter, he spoke again. “I’m not kidding, Sahira. If you don’t want to cause his death, you’ll stay away from him.”
She froze for a minute before her hand fell from the wall. With graceful steps, she sauntered back to him. Stopping a few feet away, she lifted her chin to glare at him.
“Do youreallythink you could take him?” she asked.
“I know I can. Are you so eager to watch it happen? Because I’ll gladly take your lover’s head and hand it to you. If you’d like, I’ll kill him now… for fun.”
She didn’t flinch, but something passed across her face and eyes. It wasn’t sorrow or anger but more like… resignation.
“I don’t want anyone to die,” she said.
