Page 36 of Heartless Sinner

I stepped off his feet and shoved him. He shoved me back.

Cory squared his shoulders like he was stupid enough to fight me.

I laughed in his face. “You are the only one here who needs votes to stay in power.”

Sweat trickled down his forehead, smearing the ridiculous face paint. Fucking loser.

“I heard elections are this year,” I said in a taunting voice. “I’ll make sure every ally my family has backs your father’s opponent.”

Cory stepped back at the threat.

Amazing how quickly people behaved when you threatened their power instead of their life.

Him doing that finally gave me a clear view of Daphne. The prize I’d come here for.

My cock stirred at how damn gorgeous she looked.

That dress. Fuck, that dress.

Green silk hugged every curve I’d had my hands on before and wanted them on again. The hint of cleavage nearly undid me.

I wanted to see more of it. All of it.

God, how amazing would it feel to drag my cock between it before spilling my cum all over her nipples?

I dragged my tongue across my teeth and forced myself to look back at Cory.

Right now, I had bigger fish to fry. That fish was Cory.

Then I’d handle Daphne.

Cory raised his hands in surrender, the same way he had in the closet.

I slapped his shoulder twice. “Smart choice.”

He clipped me on his way past. I’d give him that tiny win.

Daphne shifted toward the crowd, thinking she could play runaway princess. I caught her above the elbow before she made it one step.

She stumbled in her heels as I dragged her away from the dance floor, outside the terrace, and up the heavy stone steps toward the cliffs.

She bitched the entire way but kept her voice down, which didn’t surprise me. Making a scene would piss off the king. I planned to use that to my full advantage.

The ocean breeze whipped against us harder the farther I dragged her away from the ball. Away from the lights. The crowd. Anyone who could save her.

I finally stopped where the cliffside path narrowed, barely leaving room for the two of us. Black waves smashed into the rocks hard enough to kill anyone stupid enough to fall under us.

“What the hell, Brooks?” Daphne snapped.

She tried slipping out of my hold, but there was none of her usual clawing, kicking, or pathetic-ass fighting.

Every movement was careful.

She’s scared.

She was trapped between a cliff and me. Her worst nightmare.

I kept one arm around her waist. She sucked in a quick breath, her chest expanding against my arm.