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No. I can’t. Not until I get what I came for.
Shit. What do I do?
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RILEY
“What if?—”
The words trip out before my brain can catch them.
I swallow hard.
“What if I… do need a punishment? Maybe I was a bad girl?”
A smile cuts across his face, that delectable dimple carving deep. “Go on.”
“What if I told you every filthy thing I’ve done since I got here? Would you tell me then?”
Hunger darkens his stare. “You’re ready to confess all your sins?”
“Yes. I—I want to be punished.”
Okay. Who the fuck just said that?
My feet betray me, sliding a step closer. “But only if you tell me what I want to know. Agreed?”
He studies me for a long, heavy beat. Then—“No. Not agreed.”
He rounds the desk, voice dropping to a murmur that scorches like the sun. My skin prickles, nerves seared raw.
“I’m pretty sure no matter what you say… those pretty lips of yours will only lie to me.”
“I won’t.”
I totally will.
“Prove it.”
“Prove I won’t lie. How?”
He drags the ruler along the dark line of his jaw, wood rasping against the scruff of his beard. His eyes locked on mine.
“Swear on something that matters.” A pause, as he contemplates it. “Swear on your sister’s life.”
A shiver slithers down my spine, then coils tight in my gut. He wants me to stake Kennedy’s life on this.
On a stupid game.
And if I lie, if he finds out, she’s dead. Mass murderers are reliable that way.
Damnit.
Maybe I should just leave. Walk out. Refuse his games.
But my feet don’t move.
I need to know if those plus signs were right, and the doctor is the only one who can tell me.
