Page 99 of SINS & Riley
I nod, and his mouth is on mine.
It’s not gentle. Not sweet.
It’s brutal and consuming—months of rage and longing detonating in one desperate collision. A kiss neither of us needed… until now.
The fierce drag of his mouth on mine, the reckless slide of our tongues. His hands grip my face so hard, near bruising, dragging me under until the world falls away.
And I taste everything, his fury, his restraint.
And maybe… even his love. The love he’ll never admit.
The love I’ll never confess.
And it's enough. This kiss. It’s meant to sear. To scar.
To brand itself into me for a lifetime.
When we finally come up for air, my lips are swollen, my body trembling with need, my soul wrecked beyond repair.
Zver, on the other hand, looks unaffected. Calm. Unfazed.
I don’t know what I expected, but after that kiss, it sure as hell wasn’t this.
No lingering possession in his pitch-black eyes.
No big, bad alpha back off, she’s mine.
No hunger pulling him back to my lips.
If anything, the expression he wears is… regret.
With that, he leads me to the car, opens the door, and guides me inside. Then he shuts it—shuts me—out of his world for good.
I can’t hear him through the glass, but I don’t need to.
His mouth forms the words with brutal clarity.
Goodbye, Pom.
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Eight hours.
That's how long I've been trapped on a flying tube.
No flight attendants, no safety announcements, no clue where we’re going.
Just plush leather, the low drone of engines, and way too much time to think.
Oh, and booze. Plenty of it. But mixing alcohol with flying usually ends with my face buried in a barf bag.
At least they didn’t blindfold me.
In all fairness, they did hand me a tablet loaded with about a million books and movies.
As much as this girl loves options, I’m too restless to read and too keyed-up to drool over Magic Mike.
