Page 5 of Heartless Sinner

Brooks hated me because my dad had helped orchestrate his father’s assassination attempt.

His father hadn’t even died. Not to mention, his approval ratings skyrocketed afterward.

You’re-fucking-welcome.

I crossed my arms. “I’m not walking back with him.”

Enzo closed his eyes and massaged his temples. “Swear to God, Daphne. If you don’t, I’ll revoke your access to the Lair.”

“What the hell?” Blair slapped his arm.

Yeah, right.

Blair would never let him ban me. Neither would his sister, Seraphina.

“I’d rather get murdered,” I argued.

“Quit being dramatic,” Brooks said with a snort.

I pointed at him. “If his crazy ass and an actual serial killer stood side by side and told me to pick one to walk with, I’d choose the serial killer. Hands down. Even if he was holding a chainsaw, revving it, and promised to torture me first.”

Brooks worked his gum between his teeth, looking far too entertained by that idea. “If torture is your kink, I’ll happily play into that fantasy.”

When he walked toward me, my stomach did that stupid twisty-twist it did when he was around. Sometimes it forgot the memo that we were supposed to hate him.

Brooks was well over six-three with all lean muscle. He was built more like a soccer player than a football player.

And that face?

Ugh, utter perfection.

In all the years I’d known Brooks, I’d never found a single flaw in his face. He had the kind of beauty ancient civilizations would’ve mistaken for a god.

Right before he burned everything they loved to the ground.

He stopped right in front of me and didn’t waste a second before lowering his mouth to my ear and whispering, “Why are you so afraid to walk with me, Daphne? Afraid you’ll want to fuck me again?”

“I’d rather you bury me in the greenhouse and use my body as fertilizer.” I shoved at his chest.

Well, tried to. He didn’t move an inch.

“I’ve had UTIs more enjoyable than fucking you,” I added.

“Funny. You weren’t saying that when you could barely stand after I made you come on the Resolute Desk.”

Yes, I’d fucked him that night. He’d taken my virginity and stolen my panties.

That was all Brooks knew had happened between us in that office.

Not what I’d done while his back was turned.

Don’t go there, Daphne.

I tried to shoulder past him, but he shifted with me, blocking my escape.

Brooks ran his tongue over his teeth, as if deciding how much of an asshole he wanted to be. “Fucking you was the biggest mistake of my life.”

I flinched at his words. At his lie.