Page 54 of SINS & Riley
“I, uh…” Her voice falters, snagging in that pretty throat I ache to bury myself in.
“If you lie,” I warn, low and sharp, “you’ll only make it worse.”
Her mouth seals shut, swallowing the pretty lie before it can escape.
I rise, slow enough to make her squirm.
My cock strains against my pants, seconds from shredding the fabric, and her eyes—those big, defiant green eyes—snap wide before looking away.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Her voice trembles, thin and breathless.
“Getting answers.”
I slide open the drawer and close my fist around what I want.
The second I pull it free, her pupils blow wide. She freezes—breath snagging, throat bobbing. Every inch of her body locks between fight and flight.
If there’s a God, she’ll fight.
I weigh the wooden ruler in my palm, testing her response.
A blush races up her neck, blooming hot across her cheeks.
Perfect.
And exactly what she wrote in Journal Entry Twelve.
Where’s the big, bad wolf with his threats? What I really need is a punishment. You know the kind.
Palms pressed to wood.
Skirt hiked up.
Bent over on a fucking desk.
Bring it on, asshole.
And of course, she signed off the way she always does: And Zver can go fuck himself.
She also went into enough filthy detail to nearly snap my dick in half, so she gets what she gets.
If being my captive doesn’t pan out, she’s got a hell of a future writing porn.
The ruler cracks against my palm, the sound ricocheting like a gunshot.
She flinches and takes half a step back. But doesn’t run.
At least, not yet.
I close the distance, and lower my voice.
“Answer me, Ms. Mullvain…or I’ll shove every last dirty fantasy you ever imagined straight down your throat.”
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RILEY
This is where it all goes wrong.
