Chapter 233 – Turning The Table
Sira's pride purred under her skin. That kind of answer was why she wasn't bored yet. Most men—demon or mortal—would already be leaning into her touch, begging, making those little noises that fed Lust's ego. But Lux was Greed and Lust together, and it made him infuriatingly self-controlled. Every inch of him screamed that he could take her right now, but his eyes… oh, those eyes watched her like she was the one on trial.
Pride didn't let herself be judged. She judged.
Her fingers played with the button at his waistband, slow, deliberate. The click of it opening was soft but obscene in the quiet between them. His breathing didn't change—she noticed that instantly—but there was a flicker in his gaze, like he knew exactly where she was going.
She lowered the zipper just enough to slip her hand inside. No hesitation. His hard cock hit her palm, and when her fingers closed around him—bare skin now—she felt the solid, heavy weight of his arousal.
