Masters of Seduction Volume 2: Books 5-8: Paranormal Romance Box Set Read Online Free
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take a step away from the Watchman. “You don’t need to do that. I’m sure I can find it on my own.”
His mouth curved into an unfriendly smile. “I insist.”
Given little choice, Ashayla fell in beside him and walked in silence to the gaming room where Korda waited. It didn’t escape her notice that the Watchman snagged the attention of every pair of eyes in the place—female and male alike. The people in the casino stared at him in open curiosity.
In deferential awe.
And suddenly a terrible dread settled over Ashayla.
She’d made a mistake talking to this Incubus, letting him see her in the casino.
“Korda,” he muttered from beside her as she accompanied him to the roulette table. It was more of an accusation than a greeting.
Ashayla’s hired date grinned around her with a smugness she didn’t understand. “Have you come to kick me out on my arse, old friend?”
“No. I have a more interesting idea.” The Watchman who was no Watchman motioned to the croupier. “I’ve decided to play a few rounds.”
“Yes, Master Sorin. Of course.”
Ashayla stood there in stunned silence, not even certain she was breathing.
She felt wooden, torn between contempt and utter defeat, as the Master of Ebarron—her despised nemesis of the past five months—moved into place on the other side of her at the table.
CHAPTER THREE
As Sorin took his place on the other side of the woman, sandwiching her between himself and Korda where they stood at the roulette table, he swore he felt the air temperature drop a few degrees.
Back in the gallery corridor, there had been heat in her captivating dark blue eyes when she looked at him. Her creamy cheeks had flushed pink as they spoke, and he’d felt her desire for him like a physical caress.
Being an Incubus, Sorin’s senses were highly attuned to sexual interest and arousal. A few moments ago, the Nephilim had been throwing off both like hot sparks.
Now? It was as if she blocked him with a wall of ice. With barely restrained contempt, if he had to guess.
Interesting.
Most women would trample each other to get near one of the Incubi Masters. Not her. He was positive he’d never met the female before, yet it was clear enough that she detested him.
Why? He was eager to find out.
He was even more eager to feel her desire again. To taste it.
To taste her .
The approving growl that worked its way up his throat made her inch slightly farther from him. Sorin didn’t allow her the distance. He edged her way as the croupier spun the wheel and took the first bets at the table. Korda made a cautious wager on a split. Sorin called a single number and slid half his chips onto black.
Beside him, the Nephilim arched a slender brow. He could see her mentally calculating the tens of thousands of euros he’d just staked on the wheel, but she didn’t so much as glance at him. Not even when Sorin allowed the outside of his thigh to brush against hers.
But he caught her sudden intake of breath at the contact. He detected the sharp spike of her heart rate at the same time, and it was all he could do to refrain from touching a lot more of her as the ball rattled in the slowing roulette wheel.
Oh, she wanted him, even now.
But she was determined as hell to deny it—to herself and to him.
Because of the Incubus on the other side of her? Sorin doubted that. She didn’t seem interested in Korda Marakel either.
So, what kind of game was she playing?
She stared straight ahead, ramrod still, as the roulette ball found its pocket and the croupier called the winner. “Twenty, black. Congratulations, Master Sorin.”
He won the next spin too, and all of the players but Korda Marakel retreated from the table with their pockets emptied into Ebarron’s bank.
Korda was down to his last few thousand in chips. The Incubus gave a low chuckle as he toyed with his dwindling stack. “What is this, old friend? Some kind of revenge for what happened with Greta?”
Sorin smirked at the
His mouth curved into an unfriendly smile. “I insist.”
Given little choice, Ashayla fell in beside him and walked in silence to the gaming room where Korda waited. It didn’t escape her notice that the Watchman snagged the attention of every pair of eyes in the place—female and male alike. The people in the casino stared at him in open curiosity.
In deferential awe.
And suddenly a terrible dread settled over Ashayla.
She’d made a mistake talking to this Incubus, letting him see her in the casino.
“Korda,” he muttered from beside her as she accompanied him to the roulette table. It was more of an accusation than a greeting.
Ashayla’s hired date grinned around her with a smugness she didn’t understand. “Have you come to kick me out on my arse, old friend?”
“No. I have a more interesting idea.” The Watchman who was no Watchman motioned to the croupier. “I’ve decided to play a few rounds.”
“Yes, Master Sorin. Of course.”
Ashayla stood there in stunned silence, not even certain she was breathing.
She felt wooden, torn between contempt and utter defeat, as the Master of Ebarron—her despised nemesis of the past five months—moved into place on the other side of her at the table.
CHAPTER THREE
As Sorin took his place on the other side of the woman, sandwiching her between himself and Korda where they stood at the roulette table, he swore he felt the air temperature drop a few degrees.
Back in the gallery corridor, there had been heat in her captivating dark blue eyes when she looked at him. Her creamy cheeks had flushed pink as they spoke, and he’d felt her desire for him like a physical caress.
Being an Incubus, Sorin’s senses were highly attuned to sexual interest and arousal. A few moments ago, the Nephilim had been throwing off both like hot sparks.
Now? It was as if she blocked him with a wall of ice. With barely restrained contempt, if he had to guess.
Interesting.
Most women would trample each other to get near one of the Incubi Masters. Not her. He was positive he’d never met the female before, yet it was clear enough that she detested him.
Why? He was eager to find out.
He was even more eager to feel her desire again. To taste it.
To taste her .
The approving growl that worked its way up his throat made her inch slightly farther from him. Sorin didn’t allow her the distance. He edged her way as the croupier spun the wheel and took the first bets at the table. Korda made a cautious wager on a split. Sorin called a single number and slid half his chips onto black.
Beside him, the Nephilim arched a slender brow. He could see her mentally calculating the tens of thousands of euros he’d just staked on the wheel, but she didn’t so much as glance at him. Not even when Sorin allowed the outside of his thigh to brush against hers.
But he caught her sudden intake of breath at the contact. He detected the sharp spike of her heart rate at the same time, and it was all he could do to refrain from touching a lot more of her as the ball rattled in the slowing roulette wheel.
Oh, she wanted him, even now.
But she was determined as hell to deny it—to herself and to him.
Because of the Incubus on the other side of her? Sorin doubted that. She didn’t seem interested in Korda Marakel either.
So, what kind of game was she playing?
She stared straight ahead, ramrod still, as the roulette ball found its pocket and the croupier called the winner. “Twenty, black. Congratulations, Master Sorin.”
He won the next spin too, and all of the players but Korda Marakel retreated from the table with their pockets emptied into Ebarron’s bank.
Korda was down to his last few thousand in chips. The Incubus gave a low chuckle as he toyed with his dwindling stack. “What is this, old friend? Some kind of revenge for what happened with Greta?”
Sorin smirked at the
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