Page 33 of Caressed By Sin
The furniture slammed down to the ground.
Silence filled the air. He scowled at me. His body was completely still.
Part of me knew I was facing defeat.
It was too late. I’d fucked our deal up.
Shaking my head, I exhaled and tried one more tactic.
Last chance, Fatou.
I grabbed the bottom of my night shirt and pulled it off. The room’s chilly temperature nipped at my exposed nipples. I balled the shirt up and threw it at him.
He didn’t move as it hit his broad shoulder and fell down to the floor. The whole time his eyes remained on mine. “You think those are the first pair of tits I’ve seen?”
“No.”
“Then, why show me?”
“Because. . .I wanted you to know that I was serious.”
His eyes traveled down to my breasts, making my nipples hard. “I’m 150 years old. I’ve licked, sucked, and fucked thousands of tits.”
“Then you can add mine to the list.”
Within seconds, he closed the distance between us, catching me by surprise. Only a few inches remained. I forced myself to breathe and to not retreat in fear as he towered over me. Rage radiated from his skin and heated mine.
You can do this.
I swallowed down my panicked thoughts, moved forward, and pressed my naked body into his.
An electric spark hit me as soon as my nipples touched his chest. “Taste me or let me taste you. I bought caps to cover my fangs.”
Another growl came from his throat. “I don’t believe you.”
“I promise.”
“You’ve promised before.”
“Just give me five minutes. I’ll get the caps and show you. Stay here.” I crossed my fingers, headed to the bedroom, and searched through my bag, flinging my things onto my bed.
My nerves flared with anxiety. I couldn’t hear anything from the other room.
He probably already left.
I quickly moved my hands around my bag’s lining. The tiny velvet box tickled my fingertips.
Yes.
I seized it.
Before I could turn around, Azar appeared behind me and pressed his body into mine, drowning me in his earthy scent.
The gold caps fit on my fangs with ease. I let my tongue glide over their flat surface as Azar spun me around and snatched my wig off, flinging it across the room.
Shivering, I looked up. “I asked you to stay in the other room.”
No humor moved over his face. “Show me the caps.”
