Page 31 of Sins and Virtue

“Oh come on, don’t just stand there. Come here.”

“Go to hell.”

“Been there, kotyonok, I’m unimpressed. Though being here next to you… that’s more preferable.”

My brow twitched. What kind of game was he playing? Did he think he could seduce me in order to do his bidding? Or that I would fall for him because of his bad reputation? Oh, please, been there, done that.

No part of me wanted to entertain the notion, especially now that it was forbidden, as I was a servant of virtue and he was a man of sin. Destined to be pulled in the opposite direction, yet our paths forcibly collided that fateful night where he bound me to his will. Now we both had to cooperate unless we wanted to burn and crash in the end.

Shaking my head, I walked past him and over to the drawer, placing the plate of food down to avoid throwing it at his damn face. Hoping that these four weeks would pass quickly for mymental sanity, or else the one who would need to be locked up was me.

“You know you’re bad at running away from me, Blair.” His dark, sinister voice made my chest cave in.

His palms slid past my hips and landed on my desk. The realization kicked in; he had snuck up in a moment when I had lowered my guard and caged me in, my back against his front as heat shot down my spine.

I froze, the clean, musky scent of him numbing my defenses.

“You know you want to touch it.” His innuendo was clear, and he wanted nothing more than to have me naked in his bed.

“I’d rather die.”

“Your life belongs to me now. One wrong move and it’s over for you.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Are you going to torture me?”

“Torture?” He contemplated it like it was a possibility he had in mind as he blew against my ear.

Heat dipped into my core, and like a vice, he drew me into his trap. “That would be ideal, but that would be such a waste of you. I’d prefer to etch myself into your skin, soul, and mind, so when I’m gone, you’ll only be able to think of me.”

One corner of my lips lifted, playing coy. “What makes you think I want you?”

He lifted his hand, his fingers running against my arms in a tantalizing movement. “Trust me, when the time comes, you’ll be begging me to touch you. Until then, I won’t fuck you.” He grated out, his tone devastating.

My body became like a live wire, my nipples hardened at his advances, and the idea of him taking me made me feel more alive than I had felt in a long time.

Relief settled in knowing he wouldn’t do anything against my will and he wasn’t that deplorable.

Finding some strength to turn around and see him face-to-face, growing irate by his insistence.

“You faithless heathen.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m a faithful man.”

“Really?” I doubted his every word, folding my arms; the black material of the dress tightened around my breasts. “And a man like you would escape prison, kill whoever got in your way, ransack a convent, and hold a nun hostage?”

A sleek glint passed his gaze while he assessed me. Carefully taking in every inch and curve of my body as his lips tilted upward. A droplet of water from his hair touched my cheek as he raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe it away.

“Well, I didn’t say I was perfect, kotyonok.”

I rolled my eyes at his unnecessary use of the endearment. “Perfect, no. Insane, yes. Also, don’t call me that. I am a nun, so I don’t need your flattery.”

“Then what should I call you?”

“Sister,” I gave the common answer. After all, I was going to have to get used to it since I was going to hear it for the rest of my life.

“But the things I want to do to you are what no sister should hear,” he lazily drawled, his words making my veins light with whirling fire, causing a haze in my head. Throwing me off my concentration.

It’s like he knew how to mess with my brain.