Page 168 of Jaded Devil (Kovalyov Bratva 4)

“Maybe.”

“But for now… it’s my turn.”

I frown. “What are you—” But she’s already moving, snapping the cuffs in place.

For a second, I think she’s just trying to turn the tables on me and ride me like she had the first time. But then I catch sight of her expression.

The nervousness. The guilt.

“Renata,” I growl, “what the fuck are you doing?”

I struggle against my cuffs as I sit up. She’s got me well and truly trapped between the bedposts.

She moves forward and drops a kiss on my cheek before backing away.

“I’m sorry,” she says, and I see the regret in her eyes. “But I have to take control of my own life now.”

That’s when it dawns on me.

Renata Lombardi isn’t a pawn anymore.

She’s a player. And she’s just played me.

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