Page 23 of The Sin-Binder’s Fate (The Seven Sins Academy #1)

Her back hits the cold stone, and her hands fly up, but I catch them before she can shove me away. I pin them above her head with one hand, my fingers curling around her wrists, holding her in place. Her breath stutters, her pulse hammering beneath my grip.

I stare down at her, at the flush creeping up her neck, the way her chest rises and falls too fast. She’s trying to glare at me, but there’s something else there now. Something darker.

I want to rip her open and find out if she even understands what she’s done to me.

I don’t. Instead, I make her feel it. She jerks against my grip, her lashes fluttering, her mouth parting on a soft, startled breath.

“You don’t get to pretend with me, sweetheart,” I murmur, dragging my free hand down her side, my fingertips just barely skimming her ribs. “Not after this.”

She inhales sharply, her nails digging into her palms where I hold her wrists. “Caspian, ”

“Shhh,” I croon, my voice all velvet and vice. “Just feel.”

Then I push.

Hard.

She chokes on a gasp, her spine arching as pleasure slams into her. Her legs nearly buckle, but I press my hips against hers, trapping her, making her take it.

She writhes. Not to escape. But because it’s too much.

I feel the exact second she stops fighting and starts drowning, the second my name becomes a curse on her lips, the second she realizes I’m making her fall apart just by existing.

I drag my mouth along her jaw, savoring the way she shivers under me. “You gave it to him first,” I murmur, pressing a teasing kiss beneath her ear, my voice rough, ruined. “So tell me, Luna, ”

I dip my head lower, my lips brushing the pulse fluttering against her throat.

“Does he make you feel like this? ”

She makes a broken sound, half-gasp, half-moan, her thighs pressing together. Desperate.

I laugh against her skin.

No.

No, Riven didn’t do this to her. He didn’t make her whimper. Didn’t make her fucking ache. Didn’t make her body tremble with something sharp, needy, uncontrollable.

That’s mine.

I roll my hips into hers, slow and deliberate, letting her feel the proof of what she’s done to me. Her body reacts immediately, her back arching, her nails biting into her skin.

And fuck, I want to devour her until there’s nothing left but my name in her mouth and my power in her veins.

So I do. I slam my lips against hers, swallowing the cry that rips from her throat as my power peaks inside her.

She’s shaking. Fucking shaking. She comes apart with nothing but my power and my mouth, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I don’t stop until she’s wrecked. Until her body sags against mine, until her breath is ragged, until her eyes flutter open, dazed and dark.

Then I loosen my grip, just enough to let her breathe.

Just enough to watch her try to understand what I just did to her.

I drag my thumb over her swollen bottom lip, smirking when she shivers.

“Next time,” I murmur, my voice low and dangerous, “you start with me. ”

My grin hasn’t faded when her hand slams into my chest.

It’s not hard enough to hurt, not enough to make me move, but enough to tell me she wants it to. That she wants to make me feel as raw and wrecked as she is.

Too fucking bad.

“You’re an asshole,” she spits, breath still uneven, face flushed from what I just did to her.

I chuckle, low and slow, dragging a lazy hand through my hair. “You’ll have to be more specific, sweetheart.”

Her eyes flash, dark and burning. “You’re worse than Riven.”

Now that is interesting.

I tilt my head, watching her, waiting for more, because I can feel the way she’s unraveling. The way she needs to say it.

“At least he doesn’t lie to me,” she grits out. “At least he doesn’t pretend.”

The laugh that spills from me is sharp, unexpected. “You think I pretend?” I take a step toward her, closing the space she tried to create. “That I lie?”

Her chin tips up defiantly. “Yes.”

I hum, dragging my gaze over her. The way her hands are still curled into fists. The way she’s trying so fucking hard to look at me like I don’t own every reaction in her body.

“And what exactly do you think I’m lying about?”

She huffs, crossing her arms like she needs a barrier between us, but it’s useless. “You act like you’re helping me. Like you care. But you don’t.” She shakes her head, jaw tight. “You don’t give a shit about me.”

I don’t know why that gets under my skin the way it does.

I exhale through my nose, amused. “Careful, Luna. You’re starting to sound like you want me to. ”

She shoves me, hard enough that I have to step back. But she follows.

“You’re cruel,” she snaps, voice sharp, dripping with something furious and desperate. “But you do it with a smile. With a joke. With that smug little smirk, like you’re so much better than the rest of them. Like you’re not just as bad.”

I watch her, my breath coming slower now. My pulse sinking into something heavy.

I should tell her she’s right. That I am worse. Instead, I reach for her.She slaps my hand away.

That shouldn’t make me grin. But it does. Because she’s still burning for me. Because she still feels me.

I step in, closing her in against the wall again, but this time, I don’t touch her. “You want honesty?” I murmur, voice rough.

She exhales shakily, but she doesn’t back down. “Try it for once.”

I lean in, my lips just barely grazing the shell of her ear. “I don’t pretend to be nice, Luna.” My voice is nothing but smoke and sin. “You just wanted me to be. ”