Little Sip of Sin (Creature Cafe, #2)

by Clio Evans

My stomach gave an uneasy pull, my pussy throbbing. Easy girl, I hissed at myself.

Good god, that accent. What was it? British? Every word had a lilt to it. My pussy was beginning to flutter.

Holy fuck, I wanted to do really bad things to both of them. The type of things that a priest would drown me in holy water for.

could handle you,” I said, dismissive of what he meant. “Both of you,” I said, tipping my chin up.

“I’m sure you could, kitten,” he said, his voice dangerously low. Kitten. Oh, fuck.

“Woman, we’re going to devour you,” I whispered, giving the strands a tug. “We can use red for stop, yellow for slow, and green for go,” she said quickly. She held the glass of wine to her lips and tipped it back.

Ring a bell, you fucking coffee bean cupid?”

like a little sip of sin. Absolute perfection.”

“Well, first of all, it's not meant to be consumed the way you are drinking it.”