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Her eyes narrowed, and her head canted to the side as she waded through the conflicted feelings her question dredged up. “Lie.”
Fuck. I hadn’t lied on purpose that time. “Merri,” I warned.
“Sinclair.”
“Don’t push your luck. I can put these walls right back up.”
“Do you want to?”
“I don’t know.”
That little head tilt again. Fuck, she was cute.
“That was the truth. You aren’t sure.”
She leaned forward, her hair brushing my chest and the sweet scent of her overwhelming my senses as she brought her lips a breath from mine.
“What do you want from me if it’s not just sex?”
She wasn’t playing fair. Using her body to distract me.
Silly rabbit. I invented this game.
I grabbed her hips, digging my fingertips into the soft flesh there before taking charge and rolling us over. My walls came up as I kissed her, forcing her to stop asking me questions I couldn’t answer honestly.
“Now who’s cheating?”
“You started it.”
“Sin,” she whispered as I trailed my lips down the column of her throat.
“I just happen to be better at it,” I added before giving her a soft nip.
She giggled and writhed under me, but Merri had made it clear sex was off the table, so instead of using my powers of seduction, I slid out from between her legs and got to my feet.
Merri blinked at me in confusion, so I held out a hand, waiting for her to take my offer.
“Come on, kitten. After a ravaging like that, we need a shower. Then you need a good night’s sleep.”
Chapter
Four
GRIM
Flames danced in the hearth as I sat staring into oblivion. Malice was speaking, his sonorous voice registering, but the words could not find purchase in my brain. My thoughts kept returning to Merri and how upset she’d been.
Generally I didn’t stick around after my work was done, but every now and then I’d come across a widow grieving for her lost love. That’s what Merri had reminded me of. She’d been completely undone.
Over Sinclair.
It was unfathomable to me. She barely knew him. How had she come to care so much?
What had he done for her that made him worth her tears?
“Grimsby, did you hear a word I said?” Malice snapped.
My eyes flicked to his, my expression and posture radiating boredom. “You’re prattling on about Merri.”
