Page 43 of You Were Never Not Mine

“You’re saying you want to see her again.”

A ludicrous statement. “No.” Cyrus’s brows shoot up. “Maybe.”

The server arrives with a fresh set of highballs full of their best bourbon. “Thought you gentlemen might need a refill.”

“Ah, I love that you’re a mind reader, Denise.” Cyrus smiles at her as she places the glasses on the table and removes the finished ones. “Thank you.”

The moment she sashays away from us, I’m giving him shit. “Denise?”

He shrugs, taking a healthy sip from his fresh glass. “We come here often. I asked what her name was.”

“Interesting.” I grab my glass and sling it back like I’m trying to get drunk. Maybe I am.

“Stop trying to change the conversation. Let’s get back to your girl.”

I grimace. “She’s not my girl, though that is an apt descriptor for what she is. Just a girl.”

“An eighteen-year-old pussy hasn’t been touched much.” Cyrus smiles to himself, staring at the inside of his glass while he speaks. “You into that sort of thing?”

Am I? I never gave it much thought. “I don’t think she’s ever been with…anyone.”

“Ever?”

“Except me.” A primal sensation swirls in the depths of my gut at the thought. Pretty little untouched Sin. Corrupted by me and no one else.

“And I think you’re enjoying that.” Cyrus sets his half-full glass onto the table between us. “Sick fucker.”

“It’s not my usual kink. You know this.”

Virgins are terrified. Literally. Of men like us. Of men in general. Or so I thought. Once upon a time, I was a virgin. We all are at some point. But I have now fucked a variety of women, always steering clear of anyone who gives off even a hint of innocence nowadays.

With the exception of this woman.

“Are you wanting to pursue something with her?” Cyrus asks.

“Define something.”

“Serious? A relationship? Make her your…girlfriend?” His voice rises, and if he’s trying to sound feminine, it’s not working.

My grimace deepens with his every suggestion. “Absolutely not.” It’s my automatic response always.

“Then what are your plans?”

“Do I have to plan anything? Can’t I just—toy with her?” My smile feels menacing. I’m sure I look like a serial killer.

“You sound like a serial killer.”

“You’re a mind reader.” I glance up, making eye contact with the server, and I flash her my most disarming smile. I can tell I terrify her and she’d rather deal with Cyrus, but she still makes her way over to us.

“Need another refill?”

“Please. And a menu, if you have one.” My smile widens and I lick my tongue across my teeth. “I’m suddenly starving.”

Chapter Twenty-One

SINCLAIR

“Ineed to ask you a huge favor.”

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