Sweet Sinful Night

hina'

e," my voice quivering as muc

er right away. His sharp blue gaze caught on me, fastening me. Though the room

and stunningly menacing, he

is a mistake," I whispered, but I didn't even think it was genuine. Too fast my heart was

ence absorbing the space

ly over my wrist. His touch scorched, a burning that kindled something primitive

steel. "Tell me, and I will. But if you don't..." His fingers

me into my life like a cyclone out of nowhere. One chance encounter at a bar had aff

" I whispered, more to p

now that you're not as put-together as you claim to be. Enough to comprehend you're bored of being

sense of control. "You don't know what I wa

pened. "Then tell me I'm wrong," he challeng

was, I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him here, even if it worr

een sitting at the VIP area of the club, watching me with a sneer that made my skin shake and my heart swell. I'd gone there

es met, and eve

, his voice drawing me back to the p

. I took a step back, seeking to put some distance betwe

who takes what she wants? The person who quits attempti

was so close now, his scent-something rich and intoxicating-filling the air

ed, yet my body misled me, lean

pursuing," he continued, his voice a deep, s

But instead, I closed the space between us, my lips sla

le of want and defiance. His hands seized my waist, forcing me closer as if he couldn't take the gap betwee

d cruel. I pulled him away, my chest h

n," I responded,

ioned, his eyes int

" I muttered, though it so

rved casually, as if it were t

, frustration rising to the su

ious. "Tell me what's holding you back, Seraphina. Is it fear?

h precision. I disliked how easy he looked through me, how he seeme

aid again, shaking my

n my chest. But before I could take mo

ignificance. "Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow. But one day, you'll

concerned me more than anything. But I couldn't let mysel

d then I walked away, my hea

mmerse myself in work, but my thoughts kept returning back to him. Hi

l in my mind, my phone buzzed with a notification. I sn

not finished, Seraph

dn't move. How had he acquired my number

, another message came in, this

Tonight. 8 PM.

g. This was irresponsible. It was wild. But

hands grasping the steering wheel while she contemplates whethe

ng, Seraphina? Or are you to

h, she climbs out of the car, prepared

ted flat, his countenance inscrutable. "You came," he adds

rd, her heart beating. "What

rk of vulnerability in his e