Page 58 of SINS & Riley

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But Kennedy…

I drag in a breath. She’ll be fine. The D’Angelos will make sure of it. Enzo—Lord of Hell himself—guards what’s his.

Even a psychopath like Zver wouldn’t risk an all-out war that would follow if he touched a D’Angelo’s wife.

…Would he?

My eyes shut tight. For the first time in forever, I make a pact with myself.

I’ll only give Zver the truth.

How hard can that be?

I bite my lip until I taste blood. Two little words slip free. “I agree.”

His smile widens. “You agreed to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, Ms. Mullvain?”

I try not to shiver at the way he says it—Ms. Mullvain. And try convincing my traitorous nipples it’s not a turn-on. “Yes. I agree.”

“Then come here. And let’s begin.”

I do. I step into his orbit to the point I can’t breathe.

The room stills. The air evaporates. My lips part like I’m about to argue—maybe beg.

Instead, what slips out is a pathetic little squeak. Probably from the lack of oxygen this close to the sun.

He drags the ruler, slow and deliberate, up the inside of my thigh until it rests against my sex.

Holy fuck.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Ms. Mullvain.” His words scrape hot along my neck. “So. Fucking. Filthy.”

My knees nearly buckle.

“Face the desk.”

I do.

My feet move. One step. Then another. Until I’m standing exactly where he wants me.

I lay my palms flat on the desk.

Then, I wait.

He rests the ruler across the backs of my hands. I know this game. If I move at all, if the ruler slips off, it’s game over.

I don’t know it because I wrote it in my journal. I didn’t.

I know because it’s in the book I’ve been reading: Fated to the Dungeon Master.

So apparently, stalking isn’t limited to my journal. Now he’s in my books, too.

Is nothing sacred?

Does this guy actually work, or is tormenting me his full-time gig?

“Here’s how this goes,” he says against my shoulder. “I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to answer it.”

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