Page 30 of Caressed By Sin
Pure horror rushed inside me. I breathed in and out at a rapid rate, my breasts rising to meet the vibrating wall of muscle on his chest. “It’s not. . .like you think. I wasn’t trying to kill you or—”
He growled, “Explain.”
“You had me ready to have sex with you and I didn’t want to go there, so I put you to sleep, but the deal is still on. We’re—”
“No, hunter. The deal is off!” He leaned down until the tips of our noses touched, filling the space with his earthy mixture of pine and juniper. “And letting you live is debatable.”
“Please, Azar.”
“Those were strong punches you gave me just now.”
“You were choking me.”
He sneered. “Are you enjoying the effects of my blood?”
“Yes,” I whispered with shame. “Azar, I haven’t harmed you. I brought you safely here. There is no reason to kill me.”
He went silent. The only thing I could hear was my heart booming in my ears.
After a few minutes, he spoke. “Why didn’t you turn me in to Adae? I’m worth a lot.”
“I’ve heard the stories. I know you escaped four times and killed two powerful sorcerers.” I closed my eyes, hoping I hadn’t angered him further by my confession. “The chances of you escaping and trying to kill me were too high.”
His heavy weight left my body. The couch’s pillows moved under me.
Am I safe?
I opened my eyes and realized that he was on the other side of the room.
Suddenly, he began looking himself over as if it were the first time he’d done so. Dark growling ensued, making him sound like a deranged rabid dog.
What now?
His hands explored his body. Growling, he yanked at the shirt I’d put on him. It was a pale blue linen shirt with white buttons.
He spoke through clenched teeth. “All hells.”
“Y-you don’t like. . .blue?”
He moved his hands down to the khaki pants—that I’d put on him before I wheeled him into the airport. Disgust creased his face. A darker growl left his throat as his lips thinned into a frown. “Khaki?”
My heartbeats sped up.
He snapped his furious gaze my way. “Do I look like a khaki type of demon?”
“It was hard to find your size so quickly and—”
His clothes exploded from his body, stopping me in mid-sentence.
I froze.
Bits of khaki and blue linen floated, whirling in the air as they traveled towards the carpet.
He stood in the nude, bulging with muscle.
I gasped, trying not to focus on his cock as the thick, heavy length hung down to his knee. Several hours ago, I’d had a challenging time not playing with it when I’d put that outfit on. Never had I seen one so big.
“Khaki?!”
