Page 50 of Perfect Sin

“Do I want to know?”

He pulls me closer to his chest. “The less you know, the better.”

“Okay, be mysterious. I’m going to the ladies’ room.” I kiss his cheek before untangling from his arms.

The restroom is surprisingly empty. I was anticipating a line. Not long after I enter the stall, the door opens and closes. I’m about to exit when I catch a part of the conversation.

“I can’t believe they actually came here tonight. Like going to her daddy’s fundraiser is going to convince anyone they are really together.”

Through the space between the stall and the door I can see both women primping in the mirror. One reapplies her lipstick while the other one fluffs her hair. They’re both pretty, but in a generic kind of way.

“He’s super hot, though. I wouldn’t mind rescuing him.”

One of them giggles, and I press myself against the wall to remain hidden. “Maybe I’ll show him what he’s missing.”

“You are so bad,” the other teases.

The door squeaks open, and I release the breath I was holding until the sound of footsteps entering the bathroom lets me know they aren’t leaving.

“Show me then,” I hear Sin say.

“Wh–what?” she stammers.

“I’m here,” through the crack I see him spread his arms wide, “so show me.”

“I–we were just joking.”

“Raven,” he calls out, giving me away.

When I exit the stall, one of them groans. “We didn’t know she was in there.”

“Of course not. Neither of you have the guts to say shit like that to our faces. You got caught, though, so what exactly were either of you basic bitches going to show me that would make me want to leave my wife?”

“It’s just, we heard you were forced to marry her.”

Sin adjusts his jacket with a sharp snap and looks at himself in the mirror. This is the pretty monster version of him. The trained killer dressed up in a suit. “Do I look like a man that can be forced into a relationship?”

The woman who has remained out of the conversation grabs her friend’s arm and tugs. “We’re sorry. We’ll be going now.”

Sin follows them to the door and flips the lock. He turns and studies me. I still see the predatory look in his eye, only now, I’m the target.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice is gritty and rough.

I nod, my anxiety elevating for entirely different reasons.

“Good, because I’m not. All those assholes out there are looking at us and judging us. If I don’t settle down before we leave here I’m likely to do something very bad.”

“What do you need?” My voice is breathless, and even I hear the lust in my words.

Sin stalks forward. Every muscle seems to be coiled and ready to strike. “You,” he says, and pulls at his bow tie.

“Want to play with me, wife?”

“Always.”

“Good answer. Put your hands on the counter and keep your eyes on the mirror.” His demanding tone leaves me shaking in my heels, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

“Think you can be quiet?” he asks me.

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