Page 136 of SINS & Riley
When she’s gone, I miss her like a phantom limb.
I wasn’t bullshitting about the three-times-a-day. Been on that regimen since she moved in…even while I kept my distance those first two months, lying to myself that if I stayed away, I couldn’t fall for her.
But I did.
Long before I touched her.
I’ve stalked her in every room, every angle.
She is my playlist. Every gasp, every arch of her body, every furious flick of her middle finger. I’ve fucked myself to it on repeat, a thousand times over.
And still, it’s never been enough.
It will never be enough. Especially not now that my dick’s had another taste.
She’s obsession and addiction, ruin and salvation.
Every dark hunger I ever tried to deny.
And I’d bleed the world dry before I ever let her go.
“Ahem.”
Dominic’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Huh?”
“You okay?”
“Sorry. Just a little exhausted. Sleep-deprived.”
And fantasizing about Riley’s pussy, but yeah—I’m not saying that out loud.
I hand him back the envelope. “Burn this.”
He nods once. “The fire at Enzo’s building is all over the news.”
Fuck. “And?”
“Official line is it was an accident.”
“A what?”
He shrugs. “Old building. Faulty wiring.”
“And the bodies?” The words tear out of me, sharp with disbelief.
“Police are saying there were three vagrants squatting on the roof. Must’ve been smoking.”
“Right,” I mutter. “Because textile mills just spontaneously combust all the time.”
The story’s neat. Too neat. My guard spikes higher.
Dominic’s jaw ticks. “Sources say it’s buried. Official word: no foul play.”
“No foul play,” I bite out, each syllable tasting wrong.
His gaze hardens. “Though… it’s been ten hours, and the building’s still burning. Somebody went a little heavy-handed.”
