Page 35 of Twisted Collide (Saints Of Redville #2)

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DANE

When I followed her, I didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t her dropping to her knees with my dick in her hands.

The sight before me has my brain short-circuiting. Her small hand grips my cock, the soft pad of her finger feathering over the crown. If her tongue touches me, I’ll lose my shit.

I’m liable to come from that alone.

Get yourself together, Sinclair.

It takes a second, but finally, I snap out of it.

Looking down at her, I see a Josephine I’ve never seen before. The vision has my chest tightening. The hellfire I have come to know is long gone, replaced by a broken woman.

Sure, she looks the same, trying to sling a false bravado of being strong, but as she looks up at me, trying her best to make me think she wants me right now, I can see past it all.

Her eyes are hollow. Despite her straight spine, she looks fragile .

I hate it.

Josephine should never look this way.

I don’t think before I act. Grabbing her by the arms, I yank her up to her feet and wrap myself around her, cradling her to my body.

The moment her face collides with my chest, the sobs start again. “It’s okay, I have you.”

She hiccups through another cry, then tilts her head up. Her crystal-blue eyes are wet with tears. They look almost iridescent. “No. You don’t.”

Her small hands push against my chest, separating us. I open my mouth to stop her, but I’m too late.

She’s already walked out the door.