Page 48 of Deadly Sins

I was nervous, but even now, Grant had a way of making me feel safe.

Once I was restrained, his mouth made its way down my body. His tongue lashed at my nipples until they turned a bright shade of red. I ached to feel him inside me, for him to have his way with me. Luckily for me, it didn’t seem like I’d have to wait long.

“You’re so fucking perfect. Like someone sculpted you just for me.”

Despite this hell-in-a-handbasket night, I held back a laugh.

He pushed my panties aside, his tongue just a centimeter away from my lips.

But then he stopped, the vein in his neck bulging.

He sat up; his breath hitched.

It was as if time had frozen, just our labored breaths filled the room.

His eyes widened, and he placed his head in his hands, sighing heavily. “I think you need to leave. Now.”

What the— “Why? What is wrong? Did I not be pleasing to you?”

His jaw dropped briefly, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Then he untied my wrists. “Get out of my house. And lose my number. Don’t ever call me again.”

“What did I do wrong?”

His nostrils flared, his lips pulled back, teeth bared. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

I stumbled out of bed, covering my body with my hands. I awkwardly dressed, grabbed my purse, and dashed out of there—leaving Grant naked on his bed.

What was I missing?

My body shivered despite the warm San Diego breeze. I called a taxi, and it whisked me back to the only place I had left.

I’d fucked up everything in my life. For now, the only thing that remained was my quest.

But I still owed Mitch a private dance. A dance that might bring me one step closer to solving this mystery.