Page 81 of Never Die for a Sinner
It was definitely something. In fact, I can still feel the brush of his hands on my body. Under my clothes, my skin is marked with his touch. His hands. The hickey on my neck is a constant reminder of what we did, and every time I see myself in the mirror, I can’t decide if I should be ashamed or turned on by the memory.
Not that he cares. I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him all day.
Complete radio silence.
I won’t lie and say I didn’t contemplate running the moment I woke up.
It wouldn’t do any good, and I know it.
“So how was it?”
“Shhh . . .” I growl under my breath, listening to make sure I can still hear Christian in his office. I can just make out the deep baritone of his voice from here.
“Fine,” Mila grumbles, dropping her voice to a whisper. “How was it?”
My mouth runs dry, and the rope burns on my wrist sear underneath the bandages.
“It was fine.”
“Just fine?” Mila taunts, staring at my neck balefully.
“Okay, fine,” I huff, tossing the towel in my hands down. “It was amazing.”
She grins. “Define amazing.”
Might as well let her have it. She’s going to come to her own conclusions if I don’t.
“He may or may not have chased me down in the forest. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Actually . . . yeah. How did you convince him to play naked tag in the woods?”
“It wasn’t naked tag,” I correct, dropping my voice. You never know who could be lurking around here. “I just . . . maybe, may have told him if he could catch me then . . . well, he could fuck me.”
Mila’s jaw hits the floor.
“Ava Lynn Ryan.Youtold Levi Cross—my brother-in-law, might I add—that he could fuck you if he caught you?”
“That’s what I said,” I grit, a little too aggressively. I scrub a hand through my hair, ripping out my ponytail holder. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I think I’ll be able to hide the blush on my cheeks behind a blanket of hair.
“I’m surprised at you, Ava. I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Rude,” I remark, and she shrugs. “It was a total lapse in judgment. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m surprised he didn’t laugh in my face.”Or murder me for going through his room.
“Can you blame him? I mean . . . look at you. You’re a walking wet dream.”
“Ew.”
She chuckles, tugging my hand when I attempt to walk away.
“I’m just saying, you’re shy. I get it. I am too, if it’s not with Christian.”
“You literally handcuffed your husband to a chair and gave him a lap dance,” I point out, and she blushes.
“Okay, but that was with him. With anyone else, I wouldneverbe able to do that. Besides, that was to prove a point.”
“That you could do it?”
“That he doesn’t control me.”
