Page 35 of Dance with the Devil

What the fuck? No.No. I move between Genevieve and the men so that I’m blocking her from view. “You heard me before. Leave us the hell alone.”

“What’s the matter, da Silva? We’ve seen the two of you together. There’s a reason the boss put you in the same cell together. Even if you weren’t hot to trot when we ran that bike of yours off the road, she’s a pretty piece of ass, isn’t she? You’d have to be a fag not to want a taste of that.” His eyes light up, and he laughs as though what he said is hysterical. “Then again, I saw what you did to Mick. Could’ve taken him out without sucking him off first, you know.”

Baker grunts. “Unless he wanted dick in his mouth.”

“I think you’re right. He wanted dick in his mouth. Well, you two are taking too long. I want to see dick in pussy. And I want to see it now.”

I shouldn’t look back at her. I shouldn’t?—

Fuck.

She’s not just crossing her arms over her chest anymore. She’s hugging herself instead, shaking her head back and forth slowly.

Of course not. Of course she doesn’t want me to fuck her. Why would she? Maybe before we were taken captive and she got to see this side of me, if I’d given in and claimed her like I wanted to, it would be different. I know she wanted to fuck me then, but I was the noble idiot who kept her at arms-length. Now? These two think they can tell her we’re having sex and she’s going to gleefully fall back on the cot and spread her legs to me.

With an audience? With them watching? No fucking way.

But Noah won’t drop it. “Come on already. We got new meat coming in, but tonight you two are the stars of the show. Isn’t that where you belong, princess? Center stage?” He points to the cot. “There’s your stage. Now get on it.”

Genevieve is still shaking her head.

Turning just enough that I can keep the two men in my line of vision while also addressing Genevieve, I tell her, “Don’t listen to them. They can’t make you do it?—”

“They can’t,” booms the voice over the loudspeaker. “But I can.”

Genevieve lets out a soft moan. Do you know what I would’ve given to hear her make a sound like that at the thought of fucking me? Only not one that makes her sound terrified, but well-pleasured instead? Her moan should go straight to my cock, but that one went straight to my heart.

“Winter,” I snarl.

“Yes,” agrees the voice coming over the loudspeaker. Of course it’s Johnny Winter. Who else would it be? “Listen to me. We can sit here and posture all night. Noah can be crude and be homophobic, and you can pretend that you’re not dying to get Ms. Libellula under you. But Mr. da Silva…Carlos?—”

That name is a dagger to my chest, though the pain lightens a tiny sliver when Genevieve is suddenly indignant on my behalf. “His name is Cross.”

She knows my history. I spelled out as much of it to her as I could because, damn it, Iwantedher to know. In a sick way, I was trying to push her away because all I wanted to do was hold her close. If she learned the truth about me, she could walk away and I’d know that as much as Ineedthis woman, I was never meant to have her.

And now Winter is trying to offer her up to me on a silver platter, and as visibly scared as she is, she’s defending me. My butterfly is smart. She has to realize that I shed the name ‘Carlos’ like a cocoon after my family died.

IamCross, and I get the feeling that she’ll correct anyone who tries to say otherwise.

“So it is,” Winter agrees, sounding so smarmy, I visualize beating his face in with my fists even though he isn’t here. “It’salso besides the point. I have you filed here. Every adult”—and the bastard emphasizes ‘adult’ which makes me believe he’s not completely full of shit, and that Dave wasn’t the only one who sold me out—relationship he’s ever had has been with a woman. Not as many as you’d think, considering his appearance and his profession, but I don’t think we’ll have a problem getting what I want from him. After all, we could’ve nabbed the girl at any time. You hear that, Ms. Libellula? You should be grateful that I at least chose this Sinner to put in the cell with you. It could’ve been a number of others, and they would’ve been the one to deflower you.”

His plans… all along, his plan was to manipulate the situation so thatIslept with Genevieve? When he told me that he wouldn’t allow any of his men to touch her, it wasn’t out of the kindness of his heart. Oh, no. He just wanted to make sure that, when Genevieve got fucked in here, it was by someone he could use.

A Sinner.

Me.

What’s the plan? Her brother is the head Dragonfly. He’s spent her whole life keeping her protected. When Jimmy Winter targeted Damien, his plan revolved around making it seem like Devil beat Damien to death and left him in an abandoned store on the West Side. Of course the Dragonflies would have to retaliate.

Boom, there goes Devil.

There goes the Dragonflies.

There goes the Sinners Syndicate.

And here comes the goddamn Snowflakes.

That didn’t work. Obviously. But what if some questionable Sinner started seeing Damien’s sweet, beloved younger sister behind his back. Not only that, but when Genevieve was at her most vulnerable, that same Sinner proved to be a villain who took advantage of her during their captivity?

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