Page 95 of Bad Blood
She calls me the Prince of Darkness, but after last night—after she broke in my arms—I’m the Prince of Deception now.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Santi
Three days later,and the truth is still hanging around my neck like a noose.
Each time we touch, I can feel it tightening more and more.
And there’s still no fucking sign of Bardi.
“Are you sure this isn’t some kind of trick?”
I scan down the length of Thalia’s outfit.Jeans and a T-shirt again.Her style leaves a lot to be desired, but it’s growing on me.
“Are you going to elaborate, or do I have to read between the lines of your skepticism?” I say, straightening my tie.
“You’re allowing me to leave Legado to go shopping.” Her eyes narrow to sharp slits as she adds, “Alone.”
“You’ll have an escort.”
She rises to her feet. “Your sister?That’syour security guard?”
“Yes,” I lie.As if I’d leave Thalia and Lola unprotected for a moment.
“Are we talking about the same person? Five-three, a hundred pounds, likes to push your buttons and make that vein”—she waves her finger at my forehead—“swell as big as your…” She trails off, her cheeks staining red again.
Once upon a time, that mouth drove me to hold a loaded gun to her head. Now, it makes me want to defile her even more.
“My what,mi amada?” I say, my voice dangerously low. Closing the distance between us, my fingers stray a little too close to her heart. “Say it…”
“Your cock,” she rasps.
I claim that dirty, fucking mouth with a kiss.
“You’ll come back today,mi amada.”
“Give me one reason why I should?”
“I’ll give you fifty thousand of them.”
At this, a shadow crosses her face. It passes a mirror image across my chest.
“Did I interrupt something?” comes an amused voice from the doorway.
Perfect timing as ever, Lola.
“Nope,” says Thalia, ducking out of my embrace. “Santi was just giving me his credit card.”
I arch an eyebrow at her. Opening my wallet, I hand her my AmEx Black. “With a pre-set ten-grand limit,” I add, icily.
Her smile falters as she finally sees this domestic illusion for what it is.
I still don’t trust her.
I don’t even trust myself.
As the door closes behind them, my phone rings.
