Page 219 of A Vicious Love

Good.

Keep talking, baby.

I reached for my shirt buttons. Her gaze found me again before the first one opened.

Caught.

She looked away, then back. The movement was small and careful, but my body noticed with humiliating speed.

I unbuttoned the shirt slower than necessary.

If Sienna wanted to watch, I was not a cruel man tonight. Not to her.

One button. Then another. Black fabric opening over my chest, ink appearing in pieces. Crow script down my ribs. Dark work over my shoulders. Blade marks crossed by newer designs. Old scars tucked beneath shadows and letters. I shrugged the shirt off and let it fall over the chair.

Her eyes followed.

Curiosity. Heat. Something shy and hungry that made my mouth go dry.

I moved to my belt.

Her attention dropped so fast my ego stood up and applauded.

Good girl.

Watch Daddy.

One day, I’d hold her chin and make her watch without hiding. One day, when she understood what she was asking for with those eyes, I’d tell her exactly how much I liked her attention on my hands.

Tonight, I slid the belt free.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked.

Her gaze snapped to mine. “I was looking at your tattoos.”

“On my belt?”

“No.”

“So you were looking lower.”

Her blush became magnificent.

“Don’t make it sound awful. I noticed your tattoos first.”

“And then?”

She lifted her chin. “Your body is covered.”

“Think of my body much, baby?”

She rolled her eyes before she could stop herself.

My eyebrows rose.

Her eyes widened a fraction, as if she had surprised herself more than me. There it was. Spirit. The tiny spark under all that sweetness.

“Careful,” I said, voice low but amused. “Keep rolling your eyes at me and I’ll start believing you’re comfortable.”