Training
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Layla’s fists clenched as she noticed Sin laughing with the same girl he had nearly fed on earlier. A surge of anger flooded through her chest as the girl twirled her hair, flashing her bimbo smile. Really, Sin? she thought, her heart pounding faster as he leaned in, whispering something that made the girl giggle uncontrollably. A sharp sting of jealousy twisted in her gut, and she felt her focus slipping.
Noel’s voice pulled her back into the moment. “You alright, princess?” His smirk was infuriating, but she needed the distraction.
“Of course,” she snapped, lunging at him again, her punch meeting empty air as he ducked.
“You’re distracted,” he said, his tone teasing. “Is it Sin, or is it because I’m kicking your ass?”
“Neither,” she shot back, though her eyes involuntarily darted to where Sin was sparring. He had pinned the girl down, his body too close to hers, and the sight made Layla’s stomach twist in knots. She saw red.
She turned just as Noel threw another punch, and this time, she wasn’t ready. It landed hard against her ribs, sending her sprawling to the floor. She barely registered the impact, her thoughts too clouded by the sight of Sin with someone else. Why does it bother me so much? she wondered, frustration boiling over.
“You weren’t even paying attention,” Noel teased, extending a hand to help her up.
“I didn’t need to,” she snapped, pushing herself off the ground. She could feel Sin’s eyes on her now, his gaze sharp, tracking her movements as if trying to decipher her every thought.
“Is that how it is?” Noel raised a brow, his smile widening. “Or maybe you’re jealous.”
Layla shot him a glare, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Shut up, Noel.”
Noel’s laughter rang in her ears, but it was drowned out by the sudden presence of Sin. He had finished his sparring, and now he stood near, his expression darkening as his eyes flicked between her and Noel. She felt the tension shift, a different kind of charge sparking in the air between them.
“Having fun?” Sin’s voice was low, dangerous even, as he looked Noel up and down. His eyes held a sharp edge, though his expression remained carefully controlled.
“More than you, it seems,” Noel shot back, unfazed by Sin’s stare. “I guess not everyone has time to flirt during training.”
The implication wasn’t lost on Sin, and his jaw clenched, his gaze snapping back to Layla. She could feel the weight of his stare, the possessiveness in his eyes burning through her.
“Layla,” Sin started, stepping toward her, his voice taking on a harder edge. “What exactly are you doing with him?”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Sparring,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “What does it look like?”
“It looks like you’re too close,” Sin muttered, his eyes narrowing as they flicked back to Noel. “And it’s pissing me off.”
Layla crossed her arms, trying to hide the jealousy that had been gnawing at her earlier. “Oh really? You were the one all over her,” she shot back, the bitterness slipping into her tone before she could stop it.
Sin’s eyes flashed dangerously. “That was nothing.”
“Didn’t look like nothing to me,” she whispered, her voice faltering as his intensity pressed against her.
Suddenly, Sin was right in front of her, his body radiating heat, the tension thick between them. “You’re jealous,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a growl.
“No, I—” Layla started, but before she could finish, Sin’s hand reached out, cupping her jaw. His touch was firm, possessive, yet somehow gentle as his thumb brushed across her lips.
“Admit it,” he breathed, his eyes dark and hungry. “You’re jealous.”
She swallowed, unable to form words as his face inched closer. The fire between them was undeniable, crackling in the space that barely separated their lips. She could feel his breath, cool against her skin, and her pulse quickened.
“I’m… not,” she whispered, but even she didn’t believe her own words.
Sin’s lips hovered just above hers, their mouths nearly touching. He was so close, too close. The world faded away, and for a moment, it was just them, locked in this fierce pull of desire.
“I could take everything from you right now,” Sin murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. “Your body, your blood, your soul. And you wouldn’t stop me, would you?”
Layla’s breath caught in her throat. She should pull away, should say something, anything, but her body betrayed her. She leaned in, wanting him, needing him in a way that terrified her.
But just as their lips were about to meet, Sin suddenly pulled back, his face twisted with conflict.
“No,” he rasped, shaking his head as if to clear the haze. “Not yet.”
Layla blinked, confused and breathless. “What… what do you mean?”
Sin stepped away from her, his hands trembling slightly. “I can’t—” He took a deep breath, his voice strained. “If I start, I won’t stop. And you… you don’t understand what you’re asking for, Layla.”
She frowned, her heart still racing. “I’m not afraid of you.”
Sin’s eyes darkened again, this time with a mix of longing and fear. “You should be,” he said, his voice rough. “Because once you’re mine, you’ll never be free. I’ll never let you go, no matter what.”
For a moment, they stood there, locked in silence, the weight of his words sinking in. Then, before she could respond, Sin turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Layla standing alone, her emotions swirling in a storm of confusion and desire.
And fear of just how much she wanted him.
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