Page 136 of Heartless Sinner

“I didn’t have to make you my Fawn to get a taste of your pussy. I got that in Calira.”

“After you declared I was yours and stole me from a true gentleman.”

Okay, calling Cory a gentleman was a stretch, but oh well.

Cory was one of Brooks’s triggers. I planned to use it at every opportunity.

All humor disappeared from his face as he lowered his hand.

“You have never and will never want a gentleman, Daphne.”

I leaned back on my palms. “Then what do I want, Mr. Nostradamus?”

“Me.” Not a second of hesitation. Not a second of doubt.

“I believe, just like Nostradamus, your prophecy is incorrect. Get some new crystal balls.”

“The balls I have are just fine.”

I glanced to where I’d punched only minutes ago. “They’re actually a little uneven.”

A laugh nearly escaped me, but I swallowed it down.

Us joking about the symmetry of his balls while I was being illegally held in the White House was wild.

Brooks took a step toward me.

I scooted backward on the bed.

He took another. I scooted again.

He grabbed my ankle and dragged me back toward the edge of the mattress. Before I could kick him away, he stepped between my legs and hitched his hips forward.

A sharp moan betrayed me at the feel of his hard length pressed between my thighs.

“Maybe later, I’ll make you suck on these uneven balls.” He said it with enough confidence to suggest he actually thought that was hot.

“Ew.” I scrunched up my face. “That dirty talk isn’t turning me on whatsoever.”

He rammed his hips forward again. “What does turn you on then?”

I tapped the side of my mouth. “Men who aren’t red flags.”

“I’m not a red flag.”

A laugh burst out of me. “You’re nothing but red flags.”

I wiggled my ass backward, trying to create some distance between us, but his hands clamped around my knees to stop my escape.

“You don’t think you have a few yourself?” His fingers tightened.

I scoffed. “I don’t have one red flag, thank you very much.”

“Your father in prison for trying to kill mine isn’t a red flag?”

“Might be one of his, but it’s not mine.”

“Your smart mouth?”