Page 65 of Menace in Vegas

My eyes snap to his.

He’s lying on his stomach, arms tucked under his head, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes.

That lethal smirk curves his mouth.

He knows.

He knows I was trying to sneak out.

Knows I’m spiraling.

And worst of all?

He’s enjoying every goddamn second of it.

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CONNOR

Iknew the second she gave in to me, she’d wake up and lose her goddamn mind.

Now, I’m watching it happen in real time.

She’s so deep in her head she doesn’t notice me watching.

As she dresses, she mutters to herself, totally unaware she’s doing it because she’s too busy freaking the fuck out.

Her panic builds by the second.

Her cheeks are flushed. Her energy frantic.

Her whole body screamsWhat have I done?without saying a word.

Then she spots herself in the mirror. Her eyes widen as she takes in the marks I left on her skin. Her swollen lips. Her wrecked hair.

She looks like a goddess.

She runs her hands through her tangled hair like that’ll undo it all.

I move, and she freezes.

Her wide eyes snap to mine. A wild, unhinged look in their depths.

“Morning,wife."

Her face combusts.

I smirk.

She doesn’t even realize what she’s done.

“You look fucking beautiful in my shirt."

Her head drops, eyes moving to her shirt. Her whole body goes still.

“Oh, shit,” she mutters, squeezing her eyes shut.

She takes a breath, trying to collect herself, but her gaze darts away like she can’t stand to look at me.

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