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Her packing skills weren’t even close to being on the same level as Kayleigh’s. Fuck it. She’d take only the clothes she couldn’t do without and leave the rest of them here. The plan was to come back in a few weeks anyway, right?
Right.
And tonight was her last night with Sinjin until then.
She wasn’t about to ruin the hours they had left together all worked up over Derek St. John. “He can go straight to hell.”
Breanna zipped up her duffel bag, and tossing it onto a chair, went into the ensuite. A long, hot shower would make her feel better and clear her head. She stripped out of her clothes, admiring the marks Sinjin left on her body as she gazed at her reflection. Addicted to him now as she was, being apart was going to be torture.
Steam rose from the shower, hot water raining down on her skin. Heavy-handed with the soap, Breanna lathered herself. She always felt dirty when she had her period, no matter how much she scrubbed. Maybe that was silly. Aunt Flo sure didn’t put Sinjin off, after all.
She giggled to herself, making a mental note to keep some towels handy so she wouldn’t ruin another set of sheets.
After showering, fluffing, and buffing, Breanna sat cross-legged at the vanity, wearing the teal bra that made her breasts look bigger, applying her makeup. A smoky eye and subtle lip were just the look for tonight.
“There.” Pleased with herself, she spritzed her face with setting spray. “That’s perfect.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Miss Dalton.”
His face half hidden in shadow, Derek emerged from the hall. Still in his ‘uniform,’ as Sinjin would say—tailored suit, crisp white dress shirt, and tie—he must’ve rushed over here straight from the office.
“But I think you’re well aware of that.”
“Sinjin reset the key code. How’d you get in here?” She eyed his reflection in the mirror.
“It’s Sinjin now, is it?” Derek made the name sound like a curse word, and coming closer, he smirked. “You left the door to the deck unlocked.”
Again? Fuck.
“I’m not dressed, so I’m going to need you to leave.”
“I think not.” Cool hands clamped down on her shoulders. “Put on a pretty dress. I’ll wait.”
“Derek, please, just go.”
“My own blood fucked me over…” His fingers painfully curled into her skin. “…for you.”
“That’s not true.” Her chest heaving with every breath, Derek lowered his hands to fondle her uplifted breasts. Swatting at him, Breanna shouted, “Don’t touch me…Sinjin!”
“Ian’s not coming. He already got what he wanted from you. I warned you about him, didn’t I?” He snickered. “My turn.”
Derek ripped the teal satin. He molded her flesh like modeling clay, squeezing and pinching the already tender tissue.
She smacked his hands. “Stop it.”
He stopped, but in a swift move that surprised her, Derek yanked her out of the chair, his open palm slapping her face.
“You’re going to be a good little girl and do whatever I tell you to do.” Taking her by the throat, Derek pushed her toward the closet. “See, you’ve left me no other choice. You and I are going to take a little ride.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“No?” Maniacal brown eyes leering at her, he tipped his head to the side and smirked. Something hard, hidden in his jacket pocket, pressed into her side. He didn’t have to tell her what it was. “Bet I can change your mind. Now, get moving. The Marriage Bureau in Reno closes at eight.”
“What?”
A creepy grin appeared on his face. “Happy wedding day, Mrs. St. John.”
Oh. Hell. No.
