Page 56 of Heartless Sinner

“Let me go.”

“No.” He gives me a playful smile filled with menace. Someone else may mistake that smile for a playful personality, but in the short time I’ve known him, I’ve realized it’s part of his power. It’s like a lion playing with a mouse before devouring it.

I’m his mouse, and now I’m trapped with my backliterallyagainst the wall.

Micah leans purposely closer until I’m flush against his rock-hard body. There’s no way I can be this close to him and stop myself from thinking about the night we spent together and that last kiss he gave me.

I gaze up at him, and the flicker of desire lurking in his eyes tells me he’s thinking about that, too.

“Why are you here? Why are you watching my house?” I try to keep my voice steady to mask my obvious arousal.

“Keeping the wolves away.” He cocks his head, and a lock of his hair falls over his eye.

I assume the wolves he means are Anton’s men. Dad was right, but I didn’t think Micah would be watching over us personally.

“Aren’t you a wolf, too?”

“Is that what you think of me?”

“The answer to that depends on whether or not you’re going to hurt me or my father.”

He smiles wider. “Bellezza, I can assure you if I were going to hurt you or your father, neither of us would be here now.”

My pulse leaps against my throat, each beat making my skin crawl beneath my clothes. “Are you going to hurt us?” I need to hear him say the words.

“No. I’m not going to hurt youoryour father. Will knowing that stop you from running?”

A lump rises in my throat and fills up my lungs. “How did you know I was going to run?”

“Do you have the money to pay Anton?”

I swallow hard. “No. I don’t.”

“Well, then. It’s kind of easy to figure out.”

“Why do you care?” The words come out breathless.

“Maybe I like you.”

My breath catches. “You shouldn’t.”

“Do I look like someone who does what they’re told?”

“No, but you should listen to me.”

“What about you? If I tell you not to like me, will you listen?”

The question throws me off kilter and my mind stalls. “I don’t like you.”

He smiles wider. “Another lie.”

“I’m not lying.”I am,but there’s no way I’m telling him that.

He presses his thumb to my mouth and brushes my bottom lip. “Yes, you are lying. Youdolike me. You shouldn’t like me, but you do.”

“You can’t just tell me to?—”

He swallows my words with a kiss filled with pure possession, claiming my mouth like we’re back in that hotel room in New York and he never stopped owning me.

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