Page 51 of Seductive Sadist

She lets out a satisfied snicker as they stagger past us and starts walking again. With a look at me over her shoulder, she jerks her head. “Come on.”

“Number one rule when you’re trying to fly under the radar: don’t cause a fucking scene.”

She looks at me, batting her eyelashes. “I didn’t. A scene would have been me pulling out those horrible extensions.”

“Just because she looked at me.” I shake my head. “I didn’t think you were the jealous type.”

“Don’t be too flattered. I’m pissed off, and they were being bitches.”

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. “Don’t try to bullshit me. You were gonna fight for me.”

She tries to squirm away from me. “Whatever. You’re not worth it.”

“You sure about that?” I lean in close, grabbing on to her earlobe with my teeth. “Would that sweet pussy of yours agree?”

“She’s a fucking idiot.”

“Don’t say that about her. My cock loves her. And you love him.”

Her eyes flash, blazing with anger. “Maybe I did. Once. But that was a very long time ago. And he doesn’t deserve anything else from me now. Neither do you.”

“You’ve got a lot of fire in that body. I wanna make it rage.”

“No, you want to know you still have power over me. That’s all this is,” she hisses. “You want to use me again, just like you did last time. You toyed with me, and I was so fucking stupid for falling for your lies. I hate myself for that almost as much as I hateyou.”

This time when she wrestles herself out of my grip, I let her go. She stalks ahead of me, not having any idea where we’re going. I follow behind, my temples morphing into stress knots that decide now’s a good time to play ping-pong with each other.

Somebody is after her.

And I need to protect her.

I fist the sides of my head. Fuck, it’s happening again.

This is not about her. Or me and her.

This is for my family. They’re the reason why I need to keep her safe.

But my cock doesn’t care.

It didn’t care four years ago.

Neither did my heart.

I wanted her, so I used my job as an excuse to get close to her.

Now I’m doing the same thing, and Nik knows it.

Pretty soon, the rest of my brothers will know it, too.

And I’ll lose all credibility with them.

I’ll be Nik’s peon for fucking ever. They’ll never trust me to run my own show if I can’t figure out a way to beat Van Dyne and Stepanov.

And my second attempt at a career will come crashing down around me.

We come to a set of buildings that back up to the water. The wrought iron fence is lined with shrubs and grasses, so thick the fence is almost invisible against them. I pull out my keys and jog so that I’m in lockstep with Skyla. I jingle the keys and point to a lock on our left. She shoots me a curious look.

“How do you check in?”

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