Page 118 of I Am Sin

I don’t know why that’s so important.

Maybe because she’s so far above me in her station. I realize she doesn’t see herself that way, but I can’t help but see.

“What if I tell you I have to gag you or the deal is off?”

She narrows her eyes. “Then I guess the deal is off…Dragon.”

Her eyes burn with fire when she says my name, and pinpricks erupt all over me. I hold back a quiver.

A smile tugs at her lips.

She knows.

She knows not only what she does to me, but she knows what my name does to me from her lips.

She knows too much.

This woman reads me. It’s disconcerting. It’s also arousing.

How? How can Diana Steel—heiress, raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, never wanting for anything—readme? I’m a nobody. A man so broken. An addict.

I need to walk away. But not because she won’t let me gag her. It would be a sin to cover those beautiful lips with anything.

But because—if we do this again, and if we do it the way I’ve described—I will drag her down into the seedy underbelly of my world.

Jesse would never forgive me. Diana is his family now.

Hell, I’d never forgive myself.

Diana is all that is good and sweet in this world—so much like my little sister Griffin was.

Is?

Which is why I absolutely cannot soil Diana Steel.

“Are you going to answer me?” Diana says.

“I don’t think you actually asked a question. You simply stated that you won’t let me gag you, and if I refuse to do everything to you without gagging you, it’s off.”

She pouts her lips. “Do you have a counteroffer?”

I look at her as if she has two heads. “This isn’t a negotiation, Diana.”

“Isn’t it? Isn’t everything a negotiation…Dragon?”

She lowers her voice when she says my name.

Fuck…

“I don’t negotiate for sex,” I say, “and neither should you. You should walk away.”

She looks around. “Seems we’re in my room. Maybe it’s you who should walk away…Dragon.”

My cock pulses against my jeans. I’m ready to explode from her words alone. No one has ever affected me like this—and already I know no other woman will.

I have to get a grip.

I turn, walk toward the door, and?—

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