Page 86 of Heartless Sinner

“The tiara?” The corner of his battered mouth lifted. “That’s mine.”

“Then die of dehydration.” I marched to the mini fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, twisted off the cap, and took the longest drink of my life.

“Mmm …” I moaned, holding up the bottle. “So refreshing.”

He crooked a finger. “Get your ass over here.”

I stepped closer to wave the bottle in front of his face.

He lunged for the bottle, but I jerked it out of his reach.

“Sorry.” I took another steady drink. “I don’t share with thieves.”

Before I could take another sip, he grabbed me around the waist and dragged me onto his lap.

“Hey!” I smacked the bottle against his injured shoulder.

He ignored me, stole the bottle, and dumped what was left over me.

Not that there was much. Most of it had already gone down my tank and collected inside my built-in bra.

I twisted, trying to break free, then froze. His erection pressed through the shorts exactly where I always craved him.

His stare dropped to my soaked tank.

The bottle hit the mattress.

He rolled his hips under me and slipped my tank strap down my shoulder. A chill swept over my nipples. He brushed his lips over the upper curve of my breast.

Goose bumps prickled across my skin as his tongue traced one slow line down my cleavage before he closed his mouth around my nipple.

His mouth drifted lower, licking up the water inside my tank until every last drop was gone.

“There.” He leaned back with the smallest hint of satisfaction. “All hydrated.”

He patted my side before nudging me off his lap. I landed beside him with a soft thud.

I needed something to do besides climb back on his lap, so I propped myself on one elbow and rested my cheek against my palm.

He rolled onto his side, mirroring me, close enough that our knees brushed.

For once, neither of us talked shit.

I splayed my hand over his bruised cheek. He leaned into it before he seemed to realize what he was doing.

“What happened with Cory?” I asked. “Who started the fight?”

He shook his head.

“Come on,” I coaxed. “Give me one hint. Payment for my nursing services.”

“His Initiation was tonight.”

Questions crowded my mind about the Initiation, but one thought drowned out all the others.

Mine was next.

“What are Initiations like?”