Page 1 of Heartless Sinner

Prologue

Daphne

Iwas spread eagle across the Resolute Desk with the president’s son between my legs.

And about to commit treason.

Brooks Byron wasn’t just the president’s son.

He was also my best friend’s brother and the man I’d fallen stupidly in love with.

The same man I was about to betray.

He thought I was here for a quick fuck in the office.

God, I wish that were true.

When he turned his back, I planted a recording device in the Oval Office.

A week later, someone shot the president.

And I’d helped make it happen.

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Daphne

Two Years Later

Iwas one of the very few allowed in the Devil’s Lair.

It was an underground hangout at my university run by the Night Sons.

Here, you never had to worry about noise complaints.

People wouldn’t take random pictures of you and sell them.

The downside?

The Night Sons were murderous psychopaths who could easily make anyone disappear.

I sipped my vodka cranberry while planning the rest of my night.

I’d have one more drink.

Just enough to get me tipsy, but not so sloppy drunk I’d lose my way back to the dorms.

Thanks to Blair, I knew better than to wander around Saint Vale alone at night. The rumors about masked men weren’t rumors.

My feel-good buzz lasted right up until Brooks walked in.

Brooks and I no longer had a let’s fuck on a desk relationship.

It was now more along the lines of I wouldn’t piss on fire to put you out.

He strolled across the Devil’s Lair. Jack the Ripper of My Libido looked annoyingly good tonight.

His dirty-blond hair was a disheveled mess. His suit was wrinkled, his tie gone, and his collar open.