Page 37 of Sinful Curses
Wrath radiated from her, and he braced himself for an attack. It would start violent but end with him inside her; he was certain of that and would welcome it.
Instead, she spun away and stalked toward the door with her clothes and boots in hand. Leaping to his feet, he raced across the room and planted his hand against the door before she could open it.
Her honeyed scent, now mixed with his, teased his nostrils and tantalized him more. When he leaned closer, she planted her hands against his chest and pushed away.
They’d stepped more into the shadows, the things that were a part of him and all dark fae. They were his refuge from the world, the places he could slip into and hide, and now they hid more of her from him.
“Get away from me!” she snapped.
“We both enjoy this; I don’t understand why you fight it so much.”
“Because I won’t be a whore of convenience for you!”
“You can’t be a whore; I’m not paying you.”
He blamed the darkness for keeping her fist hidden from him; it wasn’t because a part of him actually believed he deserved the blow andthatwas why he didn’t see it coming. No, it wasn’t that at all, but when her punch connected and pain erupted through his jaw before spreading into his cheek, he welcomed it.
He rubbed his jaw. She had a nasty right hook.
“Get. Out. Of. My. Way,” she bit out.
Orin didn’t move. “You and your niece love to hit.”
“I helped Del teach her to fight. Nowmove.”
Orin stood his ground. “Why are you denying yourself something so good? I give you pleasure; you can’t deny that.”
“Why don’t you go find a nymph to fuck, Orin?”
He blinked at her statement as he tried to understand what she was talking about. Then he remembered the nymph he had sitting on his lap when she returned to the pub after the first time they fucked.
Isshejealous?
The possibility excited him. It meant he wasn’t the only one jealous of possible other bed partners.
He’d hated the jealousy eating at his belly and tearing him apart when he believed she’d screwed Zeth. He couldn’t understand it then and still didn’t, but the idea of her with the demon made him want to tear those horns off Zeth’s head and shove them up his ass.
But she was jealous too, and he could end that and maybe screw her again before they left this room. He could tell her the nymph was another game he’d played with her, but not real.
He’d been waiting for Sahira to return to him and taunting her with other women. He never screwed them but couldn’t let her know that.
Even as the truth rose in his throat, it strangled there. If he told her, she would know she was different and had some control over him.
That was a vulnerability he refused to expose or possess. He’d rather have her storm out of here, hating him, than tell her the truth and have her use it against him.
And she would, of course she would. He’d most certainly use it against someone, and after everything he’d done to her, he’d probably deserve it, though he’d never admit that.
Lowering his hand, he flashed his teeth at her. “Go on. I’ll be here when you’re ready for more.”
He saw her hands coming this time but didn’t stop her as she planted them against his chest and shoved him back. He’d deserved that one and possibly more.
Sahira pulled open the door and tugged on her clothes as she stormed across the pub. She undid the barricade on the front door and left.
He stood there, resting his hand against the doorframe after Sahira vanished. It wasn’t until he felt eyes on him that he lifted his gaze to discover Elsa on the stairs.
The witch’s scathing gaze raked his body before she descended the rest of the way and followed Sahira out the door.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
