Page 139 of Sinful Sacrifice

Pippa stands in the road, scanning her surroundings. My sweet dancer knows she’s at my mercy. If she tries to make a run for it, she has nowhere to go. The closest town is a forty-minute walk, and this road has little traffic.

Since she still loves to test me, I make sure she doesn’t try by grabbing hold of her ponytail on my way back to the Mercedes. She winces, slapping at my arm while I pull her toward the SUV, as if having her on a leash.

“I told you I’m taking you back to New York,” I say, not releasing her until we’re at the passenger door, and I shove her inside. “And that’s what I’m doing.”

“I hate you,” she snaps while I shut the door in her face. Her glare follows me through the windshield as I circle the front of the car.

“Now, what the fuck’s your problem?” I ask after sliding behind the wheel and driving off.

“Why’d you bomb Igor’s car?”

“I didn’t bomb anyone’s car.”

She sucks in an irritated breath. “You’re impossible.”

“Don’t act like you give two fucks about Igor.”

“Maybe I do.” She unclasps her heels and tosses them on the floorboard.

I cast her a glance. “I’ll bomb his house with him in it next time, then.”

“I was looking forward to spending the day with him, and then you had to ruin it.”

“You were looking forward to spending the day with him?” I repeat, the words slowly falling from my mouth, as if wanting her to comprehend the bullshit she just said.

She juts her chin out. “Yes, he seemed like a nice guy.”

“He isn’t a nice guy.”

“And you are?”

“Fuck no, but that doesn’t mean you’re not mine.” I flash her a smile. “Fortunately for me, my sweet dancer, you enjoy how crazed I am for you. You accepted my insanity, so that makes you mine.”

She curls her upper lip. “Do you expect me to still be yours when you get my cousin pregnant?”

Gritting my teeth, I tighten my knuckles around the steering wheel.

So, that’s what brought out this attitude.

Someone—a fucker named Cernach, I assume—disclosed my other contract.

“That’s how you’re getting me out of Cernach marrying me off, isn’t it? Having a baby with Riona?” She grimaces. “So much for you not touching her.”

I rub my nose. “I did it for you.”

“You’re going to fuck my cousin for me?” She claps before making a bravo motion. “That’s definitely what’s best for me.”

“Don’t press me on the issue.”

Lowering my speed, I attempt to relax my rampant heart. Pippa doesn’t help with that problem when she flings open the door. I slam on the brakes and swerve over to the side of the road as she jumps from the SUV.

Is she fucking nuts?

As I shift into park, she scrambles away, barefoot, from the road toward the middle of fucking nowhere, surrounded by trees. She peers over her shoulder, watching me follow, and doesn’t increase her speed.

This woman loves to fuck with my goddamn head.

We walk deeper into the wooded area, the SUV or road no longer in view.

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