Page 31 of Blindside Sinner

We’re not touching. Not talking. Not even sharing the same breath.

But I know all I need to know: she’s fucking soaked right now.

There’s no doubt in my mind. Sloan Reeves is soaked and desperate for me, even though I know she’ll never admit it. Her bottom lip is snared between her teeth so tightly I’m surprised she hasn’t started bleeding. I wonder if she’ll let me mark her.

The image is enough to make my balls tighten because fuck, she’d wear the marks from my belt on her ass so prettily.

There’s no place for attachments,I remind myself. Sloan isn’t mine to keep; she’s mine to play with. Mine to destroy until she’s gone.

Which means it’s time for the show to end.

“You can touch if you want,” I whisper.

Whatever spell Sloan’s under is broken by my voice. She takes a hasty step back. Her foot hits a slick patch and she nearly falls, catching herself at the same moment that I reach for her.

“Don’t.” Her hands lifts to ward me off like I’m about to suck her soul out of her body through her clit. “Just don’t.”

It takes everything in me not to laugh as she scurries out of the bathroom like her ass just caught fire.

She drew first blood this morning. I struck back.

Looks like we’re starting our day with a tie.

16

BECK

Sloan still hasn’t spoken to me by the time I make it to the rink for morning skate. I’m not sure if she’s rolling out the silent treatment because of what happened in the shower or if she’s just got nothing to say, but I let it go.

Today’s little battle is nothing in the grand scheme of things. I refuse to let myself gloat over it. Sloan is a stubborn little hellcat and she’s not going to be that easy to take down. It’ll require planning and strategy to get her out of my house and away from my life.

But for now, I’ll take the victories I can get.

“How’s it going with your little bird?” Colin thumps down on the bench beside me, leaning forward to mess with the lacing on his skates. Dixon and Adrian are already on the ice, working through a new maneuver they’ve been brainstorming.

“She’s got more spine than I expected,” I admit. Quickly, I explain the morning’s events.

“Ballsy,” Colin remarks when I finish. “And I don’t just mean your dick.”

“That’s the problem. I need to think of something bigger for next time. Something that will remind her that this isn’t her world.”

“How much bigger are we talking here? Is she dirty? Something we can use there?”

I think about the drawer of sex toys and yeah, I’m pretty sure Sloan’s dirty.

Then I realize he probably means something else. “I have no idea.”

“Well, gathering information on the enemy is a good place to start. Girls like Sloan always have shit they’re trying to hide. A teen pregnancy, a drug habit, you name it. Find hers and exploit it.”

I can’t see Sloan with a baby or an addiction, but I get what Colin’s saying. Digging up dirt should have been the first thing that I did when I found out about her. It’s what my father would have done.

In this case, it’s the only time that I want to be more like him.

Colin and I grab our sticks and head onto the ice. He slaps me on the back. “You’ll figure it out, man. If you need any help, I’d be glad to step in. I like a feisty woman.”

He winks at me like it’s all a big joke, and I have no idea why, but I can’t stop my mouth from moving even if I wanted to. “Don’t even think about touching her, O’Leary. She’s way off-limits.”

Where the hell did that come from?

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