Page 136 of Sweet Sin

I stay seated, expecting a maid to bring in the tray and set it up for me.

But then I jerk.

It’s not Maggie. It’s not a servant.

It’s Miles. And yes, he does bring me food.

And he’s dressed in a black silk robe.

I bite my lower lip.

“My mother said you needed to be fed.”

I place the book on the table next to me and cross my arms. “I’m not an animal, Miles. I don’t need to be fed. I need to eat.”

But then that’s how Miles thinks of me. As a pet to be kept. To be abused when necessary—he would call it disciplined.

“I remembered you like salmon,” he says. “This is wild caught salmon, broccoli, and French fries.”

“I’m sure it will be adequate.”

He makes no move to leave.

“I don’t need an audience, Miles.”

“Don’t you? I’ve no intention of leaving.”

“But I—”

“Eat,” he says. His voice commanding. “After we eat, you’re going to submit to me.”

“But your mother said—”

“You think I give a fuck what my mother said? My father doesn’t want me taking you tonight either. But you and I both know you’re no virgin. I’m not either. So I’m going to sample the goods tonight, Savannah. I may as well see what I’m getting into.”

41

FALCON

In every prisoner’s life there’s that one day they can recall that changed everything. That put them on a different path.

For me it was the day Zion came to my cell block.

Zion, I knew, would be trouble.

Different from the way Fletcher or Bruno had been trouble for me.

It only took me that one time in the cafeteria to get Fletcher in line, and Bruno? After I freed Tommy Ortiz from his tyranny, he stayed in line as well.

But Zion…

The first day I saw him, I knew.

He was as burly as they come, solid muscle, but a good five inches shorter than I was.

Already I saw it in him. Small man’s complex. He’s the guy who has to exert his dominance over everyone to compensate for his lack of height.

He had a shock of sandy brown hair, and a nearly pretty face—one that would’ve made him a target if he weren’t so burly.

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