Page 69 of Sinful Lord

Yasha hesitates to get out.

“You aren’t listening to me,” I warn. “I need you to step out of the car, open up the trunk, and unlock the safe.”

Her hands shake as she clumsily reaches into her pocket and pulls out a keychain.

“Here, take it. I don’t care. Whatever you want in there, it’s yours. Just please, don’t kill me.”

“You aren’t listening, Yasha,” I roar, my impatience erupting. “Do as I fucking say.”

A few blocks away, Melina is sleeping peacefully, waiting for me. But it doesn’t matter how close I am. Until I’m right back by her side, she’s not entirely safe and I’m not satisfied.

“Okay. Okay,” Yasha worryingly relents. I step aside and she scrambles out of the driver’s seat.

But for some reason, she decided to wear fucking heels, and she keeps stumbling as she feels her way along the side of the Cadillac toward the trunk.

Even more wasted time.

“Did you really take the time to get all dressed up before you ‘raced’ over here?” I angrily question, following her around the taillight.

“It’s instinct,” she mutters. “I can’t turn it off.”

The trunk opens and I spot the vault. Yasha doesn’t look up as she sticks the first key in its slot.

“I’m not sure I believe you.”

The second key slips in, and Yasha takes a final deep breath before turning them both in opposite directions.

The vault door pops open.

“Why else would I get all dressed up?” she asks, stepping aside so I can inspect the safe.

I just give her a nasty side glance and clench my fists. Her top is so low cut I can see the skin between her breasts. This is not something someone just throws on when it’s this cold out.

She still thinks she can seduce me into submission.

Is she so naïve to think that she ever could?

“I guess you’re right,” I huff. “You just can’t turn it off.”

Reaching into the vault, I find the box I came for. Yasha immediately recognizes it.

“The lake house?” she foolishly questions.

“That’s right,” I nod. Inside the velvet rectangular box is a piece of paper with all the details for my meeting with Yasha’s slum lord. There’s also a keypad and a set of gold keys. They’ll allow me to bypass Yasha’s old Wannsee lakeside mansion’s security system and use the place as a home base.

Really, it’s perfect.

Not only is the summer home shrouded by trees and bordered by water, but it’s also a secret. A getaway that only Yasha and I know about. She bought it when we first started our complicated affair so we’d have a private place to bump boots. A place far enough outside the city that no one could hear her cries of pleasure.

Melina should be safe there.

She should also be comfortable. Because the place is opulent as hell. A perfect hideout for an angelic runaway who deserves better than a rundown apartment.

“… We share a lot of memories in that old place,” Yasha whispers. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her brush aside a strand of raven-black hair.

There it is.

“If only I could forget every last one of them,” I sneer.