Page 37 of Heartless Sinner

Don’t you fucking do it.

She turned fucking stupid.

She screamed.

There went my fucking patience.

I spun her around and hauled her back against my chest, clamping my hand over her mouth.

“Do that again, and your next scream will be on the way down after I throw you over,” I warned, my lips brushing over her earlobe.

Strands of her hair tore free from her tiara.

The shitty moonlight pissed me off. I wanted a better look at her.

Her fear. Her anger.

I wanted to watch every emotion move across that pretty face.

I ran my tongue over her ear. “Do you think having another man’s hands on you is cute?”

She yelled something against my palm.

I was sure it wasn’t a fucking apology, so I didn’t move it.

Her breath warmed my palm as I pushed her back until one of her heels hung over the edge.

She immediately went still.

This was reckless. I knew that, but didn’t care.

Daphne had spent years testing me, pushing me, making me want things I shouldn’t.

Tonight, I was making my point. If we both drowned because of it, so fucking be it.

Her panicked words vibrated against my hand. I finally moved it, wanting to hear her excuse.

It better be a fucking good one.

The second my hand left her mouth, she sucked in a ragged breath. “Seriously, Brooks, you’re scaring the shit out of me.”

That wasn’t a fucking explanation.

“Good. This is how close you are to pushing me too fucking far.”

I turned her to face me and locked my forearm across her lower back. I leaned over the edge until both her feet left the ground. I dug my shoes into the gravel and widened my stance for balance.

“Brooks!” She hit my shoulder, twisting toward the drop behind her.

When I refused to budge, she scrambled for solid ground. Her heels slipped free and tumbled into the darkness below.

“Swear to me you’ll never let another man touch you.” I kept her right where she was.

The diamonds on her headpiece knocked against her forehead as she frantically shook her head.

“I hate you,” she snarled.

“Good.” I tightened my arm around her. “The next time any man touches you, you tell me. You sure as fuck don’t dance with him. The only man who puts his hands on you is me. Fucking swear it.”