Page 38 of Ashes of Sin

She’s quiet, and it makes glance up. For a second, I see the flicker in her expression.

Sheisscared.

“I figure you’re not a monster.” Kyra shrugs.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I am.” I rasp and slide a glass over to her. “Smash these Waterford crystal glasses and find out.”

Kyra picks it up and sips.

“Marlborough. Lovely.”

I raise a brow. “You know your New Zealand wines. Impressive.”

Her eyes flick to the bottle.

“No, I saw the label.” She grins. “Come on, Maddox. Tell me what this is about. If you want my help with your father, just tell me. You don’t need to keep me locked up.”

I press my lips together.

Perhaps I have underestimated my little prisoner. It’s bold of her to question me like this. From the data I gathered, she is lacking a good quality education—no college—and has no work experience. Yet she’s bright as a tack.

I put the bottle back in the fridge and pull the chicken out of the oven. Then start to dish it up.

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“No,” I reply, then glare at her. “Go sit at the table. Once you have eaten, I will take you back to your room.”

Kyra huffs and slides off her seat but doesn’t do as I tell her.

I recall other information I found out about her and then remember the specific item I had myrecovery guyget for me. I pull open the drawer and slide the asthma inhaler over to her.

“This is mine.” She glances up at me in surprise.

“Correct.”

“Well, at least I know you aren’t trying to kill me.”

“Yet,” I say, but smile privately to myself. Nothing is going to happen to her. Not a single fucking scratch. I’ll make sure of that.

“So why did I have to get dressed up?” she asks.

“Beats me. I simply told you to get changed. I never asked you to wear such a revealing dress.” I keep smiling, loving that it’s playing with her mind.

“But you noticed.” I glance up and she’s grinning while mine vanishes.

Damn her.

I walk around the counter and drop the plates on the table. Then turn, finding her beside me. I take her chin in my fingers and lean in close.

“I’m not dead, Kyra. You’re a fucking gorgeous woman. Yes, I noticed your tits, and yes, I would probably want to fuckyou under different circumstances. But I won’t. So, give up this game.”

Her mouth parts andJesus fucking Christ,I want to run my thumb over her wet bottom lip and taste her.

She could drop to her knees right now and unzip my pants then suck on my heavy cock.

It would be so damn easy.

I can get out of a kidnapping charge easily enough, not so much rape. I don’t fuck women who don’t consent, and I think we can both agree her letting me slam inside her while she’s my prisoner would not be consensual.

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