Page 6 of Heartless Sinner

This was the Brooks the public never saw. America’s golden boy was just a mask.

Underneath it was America’s biggest asshole.

I stood on my tiptoes and gave his chest two little taps. “That’s not what all the texts you sent me that night said.”

He stared down at my finger, as if debating whether to break it. I stepped around him and headed for the exit before he could respond.

“Fucking Kenward,” he grumbled while following me.

I tried to slam the door in his face. His hand shot up, stopping it.

Damn it.

He stayed on my heels through the underground corridor and all the way to the ladder leading up into the greenhouse.

I was halfway up when he smacked my ass. I kicked backward, but he caught my ankle and nearly pulled me off.

“Asshole!” I ripped my ankle free and scrambled the rest of the way up.

I stormed through the rows of plants and shoved open the greenhouse door.

Cool autumn air my face. Moonlight washed over the campus courtyard.

I barely made it two steps toward the main building before Brooks caught up and slammed me into the greenhouse wall.

He kept me pinned against it with an arm around my waist and braced his palm against the glass beside my head.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” I snarled, trying to kick him in the balls, but he blocked me.

He leaned in until our mouths almost touched. Cinnamon from his gum filled every breath I took.

“You once begged for these hands to touch you,” he taunted.

Memories of the Oval Office came rushing back. They were vicious little bitches. My personal bullies.

“Hell will freeze over before I do that again.”

He tightened his hold around my waist. “Don’t make me do it, Daphne.”

“Do what?” Damn my voice for coming out shaky.

He slid his thumb under my jaw to tip my face higher. “Make you my Fawn.”

No. No. No way.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Brooks said nothing else, just stood there and let me panic.

When he did release me, his threat still stayed wrapped around my throat. It didn’t even loosen when he backed up.

If Brooks made me his Fawn, I wouldn’t just be in enemy territory. I’d belong to my enemy.

He spit his gum into his palm and stuck it into my hair. “You said you were fine walking back alone. Enjoy your last night of not being scared of the dark.”

My hand flew to my hair. “Did you seriously just⁠—”

He turned and walked away.