Page 56 of Devious Secrets

“No.” She flings the answer at me like a headstrong brat who’s being called out.

“Remember, no more lies.” I try to harden my expression, but she’s gone and tucked her lip between her teeth.

“Did you pleasure yourself in the shower?” I ask again when she goes silent. It’s better, I suppose, than outright lying.

“No.” She gives a little shake of her head, and water droplets fly from the ends of her hair.

“Did you want to?” I slide my hands into my pockets, letting her think she’s safe from me. At least for the moment.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? I know I do, but you won’t let me go.” She narrows her pretty eyes at me.

“I’m always exactly where I want to be, Megan. Now, answer me.”

“I’m not answering that.” She shoves past me, an attempt at dismissing me.

“Hmm, then I think I have my answer.”

“I need to get dressed; can you go lurk somewhere else?” She tries to wave me off, but I won’t be turned away. Not in my own house, in my own bedroom. Not going to happen.

With quiet, deliberate steps, I make my way across the bedroom to her. She’s standing behind the bed, as though anything could get in my way when I want something. Her eyes never leave me as I stalk toward her. The grip on her towel increases.

When I get to her, she tries to take another step back, but there’s nowhere left for her to go. She’s turned to face me, the bed at her back.

And that fucking towel is still wrapped around her damn body.

“You’re grouchy this morning.” I run the back of my knuckles across her jaw. “Are you always like this when you wake up?”

“When I wake up still a prisoner, yes.” She gives a hard enough nod that small water droplets fly onto my shirt.

“A prisoner of your own doing.” I trail my fingertips over her shoulder, down her bare arm, leaving little goose pimples on her silky skin in my wake.

“I’ve told you everything.” Her voice softens. “I swear, Alexander. I don’t have any other information for you.”

I move my gaze from her flesh to her pretty azure eyes that she tries so hard to keep stoic. It never works; I can see through them.

“I know,” I assure her. I inhale the scent of my soap on her skin, enjoying the bit of spice on her. My scent.

“Then you’ll let me go?” There’s barely any hope in her question.

She’s smarter than that, to think I’d let her just waltz out of here after she’s told me what’s really going on.

I cup her cheek, running my thumb over her bottom lip.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re insane.” It’s so soft, the little insult, it almost sounds intimate.

“Maybe I am.” My brothers will probably think so.

I have the information I need from her. She’s not really a threat to us. Whatever danger she’s gotten herself into with the DeAngelo family is her problem.

Except it’s not. Not anymore.

Brushing her hand away from where the towel is tucked, I grab hold of the material.

“Alexander.” She reaches for my wrist. “Don’t.”

“Don’t?” I chuckle as I pull the end of the towel free and unwrap her like a present brought just for me.

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