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“It’s delicious,” he said and licked his lips, and I caught myself licking my own. His eyes fell to my lips, and my breath hitched. I was aware of how close his body was, how sinfully delectable he smelled, how his eyes were no longer the smoldering gray but a midnight black.
The tension between us was so palpable that I could almost catch it at the tip of my tongue. I shouldn’t. That was the sensible decision.
When had I ever heeded my own warning? If I had, I’d still be locked within my father’s sins, thrashing within the binds he had created.
I broke the bonds.
Fuck. I want Ryden Sinclair, and I’ll have him.
20
SIREN SONG
RYDEN
Her lips set my heart on fire. I wanted her mouth on my body and my cock, which was now standing at attention, begging for the warmth of her tongue.
She was every one of my darkest, dirtiest fantasies, but I knew I shouldn’t let this woman taunt me into doing things I’d probably regret later.
“I know,” she said, licking her lips… and oh… I knew no rum could come close to the taste of her lips. I already knew she’d be the kind of addiction I couldn’t run away from if I took just a sip.
“You want to get me drunk?” Teasing, I licked the rim of the mug.
She laughed, but her eyes… the look in them. Oh, there was no joke in them. Bright as gold, those eyes were full of dark, dangerous songs, pulling me in, calling to my every sense. I found myself dragged in by her storms, by the whisper of shadows in her skin, by her fragility and strength.
Something about Yara West was like a siren’s call, and my body sang in answer.
My cock responded eagerly to the come hither look in her eyes. I wanted to grab her hand and push it against the evidence of my desire. Hard and throbbing. Pain. So much pain. She’d be the only one who could make it stop.
It’d feel good to give in. Break myself open for her, but…
She leaned closer, her silky red hair cascading gently down her cheek, and the light hit her skin in such a way she glowed. Every part of me wanted to close the distance between us and take her, to possess her completely. FUCK.
“You told me you want to talk about The Strangler?” I said, looking away from her mesmerizing body.
She blinked, a look of utter surprise crossing her features. Her eyes narrowed as she studied my face for a long minute, her brows knitted together before she nodded.
“Alright, then,” she said. “I’ve read all your articles but tell me more about that bastard.”
“Why are you curious about The Strangler?” I asked. I knew people had a morbid addiction to serial killers, but what was her reason?
“He’s still out there when he deserves to rot in prison.”
“Is that the only reason?” I asked as she poured another glass of rum-infused hot chocolate. I was so surprised by the delicious kick of the rum when I first took a sip of it. She filled my glass, too, before I even asked. “There were many killers who are still out there.”
“Yes. The Strangler…” she trailed off. “The Abstract Killer.”
My body went rigid before I let myself relax. Of course, she didn’t know anything about The Abstract Killer—me. If she had, she wouldn’t have invited me into her home. She wouldn’t have tried to seduce me.
I wanted to ask whether she had ever worked on any of my creations, to ask her what she thought of his art.
“They’re meticulous, careful, and controlled. There wasn’t a hint of evidence, but it’s The Strangler I want to know more about.”
“What do you want to know, then?”
Her eyes narrowed, a storm brewing within as her fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of her dress.
“The letters. Do you think they’re more important to the unsub than the women he chooses?” she finally said, taking in a deep breath.
