Page 74 of Saint

She’s being sassy—relaxed. Right now, she’s talking to me like I’m Kole. She’s braver that way, thinking there’s nothing to fear when I’m not acting like Saint.

She’s wrong. But I let her get away with it because she’ll learn soon enough.

Stopping at a large iron door at the back of the house, I punch a code into the keypad to open it and guide her down the stone steps inside.

“What is this?” She stays at my side down the dimly lit stairwell. “A dungeon?”

“This isn’t a castle, kitten.”

“Because you’re no prince?”

“Exactly.” We stop at the bottom of the stairs, and I punch in another code, leading her through the second door. “This is a place for judgment.”

Releasing her hand, I shut the door behind us and lock it. Declan is the only other member of Sigma Sin with a code, and once it’s entered, there’s no getting in or out until it’s entered again.

“You want to know what I was doing the last time you came here?” Walking over to a switch by the door, I flick it on, revealing blank walls and a tile floor with a drain in the middle.

But that’s not what has Violet’s attention. It’s the chains. The knives on a nearby table. The chair with shackles in the middle of the room, and a board with restraints in one of the corners.

She tries to back up, but I grab her hand tighter and pull her with me.

“No running now, kitten. You wanted an answer to your question, and I’m going to give it to you.”

“Kole.”

“He’s not here right now.” I spin her, forcing her to face me.

She bites the inside of her cheek as she looks up at me. “What are you going to do to me, Saint?”

“I’m going to show you the real reason they call us Sigma Sin.”

Reaching for her sweater, I rip it open again. This time, tearing it all the way down and peeling it off her. She’s smart enough not to fight it.

I step back, watching her nipples peak through the thin fabric of her T-shirt.

“Strip. All of it.”

“But what if someone comes in?”

“They won’t.” I tip my head to the side. “They can’t. Just like you can’t leave.”

She mulls that over for a moment before reaching for the bottom of her shirt and peeling it off. Her nipples peak with excitement and from the chill of the room.

It’s nowhere near as cold in here as it is outside, but she’s shivering in anticipation.

Next Violet reaches for the button on her jeans, stripping them off with everything else. And then she’s standing in front of me, completely exposed.

Terrified.

Beautiful.

“Good little kitten.” I approach her once more, wrapping my fingers around her throat.

She swallows as I tighten my grip, and my cock is rock hard at the reminder of how good it feels to be inside her when she does that.

“What does this have to do with Sigma Sin?” she asks, choking through the words as I make her fight for breath.

Just enough to make her foggy because I need her awake right now.

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