Page 62 of SINS & Riley
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RILEY
Why do I want to see the doctor?
My pulse slams, hard and frantic. I’d been too busy climaxing all over the man’s hand to notice I was free falling straight into a trap.
I’m cornered. He knows it. And I know it.
Shit.
Call it intuition, but there’s no way I can tell him I might be carrying another man’s child. There’s a reason I’ve kept it out of my journal.
I may not know much about Zver. Hell, I don’t know much about men, period.
But I do know this: men are fucking weird.
Emotional.
Territorial.
More than willing to die on a hill over remote controls and the fucking thermostat.
So I’d say that the woman they’ve kidnapped—and access to said woman’s womb—probably ranks somewhere near the top.
And blurting out, “Hey, I know you bought me at an auction for more money than I’ll see in ten lifetimes, but surprise, I’m already knocked up,” feels like, oh I don’t know…
Suicide.
His brow lifts, carved in impatience. “Well?”
If I lie, I risk losing my sister. Twice. Once to Enzo, and again to a killer who might not think twice about going after her.
He wouldn’t actually hurt my sister.
…Would he?
I can’t risk it.
But if I tell the truth? Who the hell knows.
Maybe it’ll be fine and he takes it in stride. Him and his unicorn.
More likely, he sells me to the highest bidder.
Or, if he’s truly on brand, I walk out of this room just to end up as fresh shark food.
In any event, my lips seal shut.
I say nothing.
At this point, silence is the only shield I have left.
“Tight-lipped?” Those pitch-black eyes meet mine. “You should trust me, Riley. The man who rescued you. More than once.”
“Trust is a two-way street.” I slide my fingers over the leash at my throat. “Is this trust? You watch me like a hawk. Track my every move. You won’t even let me see Mila. See for myself she’s safe.”
“It’s for your protection.”
