Page 7 of Sinful Lord

“I can show you just how far it goes,” I growl, reaching into my pocket.

“Oh, you already have,” Yasha quickly responds, throwing her hands up in surrender. “And I’ll never forget it. Hell, I still touch myself to the memories we share. No one has ever made me feel like you did, or pushed me so close to my limits. No one has ever invaded me like you have. Controlled me.”

“You don’t seem like a woman who’s under someone else’s control.”

“That’s because I’m not. Not out here. I’m too rich for that. It’s only behind closed doors that you will see me beg, and unless you want to drag me behind this one, I will not bow to your demands. Go have fun with whatever hussy you’ve fallen for. I doubt she will be able to give you as much as I can.”

Once more, Yasha turns to leave, and once more I remind her that neither of us are going anywhere. Not until I get what I want.

This time, though, she manages to grab the knob and open up the door an inch before I punch it shut again.

“Yasha von Bingen, you will give me what I want.”

“Or what?” she snaps, twirling back around.

I warn her with a single look.

She shivers. But, to her credit, doesn’t back down.

“I’ve changed, you know,” she says. “After you, I decided that the snug little life of a spoiled heiress wasn’t enough for me. I went searching for more men like you. There are none. But at least I got something out of it. Now, I know people in the underworld. People other than you. I know how this works. You think you have something on me, otherwise, you’d give me what I really want in return for my help, and we’d already be done with each other.”

“Now you’re starting to get it.”

“So what is it?” She asks, studying my steely glare. “Ah, I see. You think I’m scared of what you know. Really? You’d go to the government, Tytus? You’d become a snitch and tell them all about how my father built a backdoor into their precious little security system? How we can watch every inch of this city with an eagle’s eye?”

I let her talk as I pull out my phone.

“You don’t even have to tell me how you’d do it,” she continues. “I bet that whiz-kid sister of yours—what was her name again? Rozalia?— I bet she could hack into our systems and find some proof of our wrongdoings. Something you could present to the authorities that bring my father down. Is that your plan? Is that really how far you’ve fallen?”

Yasha’s fury builds as I ignore her for my phone. My thumb slides up and down as I search for the long-buried piece of blackmail.

“Well, let me tell you,” she starts to scream. “It’s not going to work. You heard me earlier. Papa von Bingen isn’t long for this world. The old man is sick and fading by the minute. Any heat we get for the illegal spyware that he installed into our cameras will be put at his cold, dead feet. And when he finally kicks the bucket, I’ll inherit the company; I’ll denounce his actions, and I’ll have a clean slate to start with. Your threats won’t work on me, Tytus Ryzdon. Your blackmail is useless.”

“No,” I chuckle, pulling up the video that will shut Yasha up once and for all. “My blackmail is never useless. There will be no clean slate for you, Yasha von Bingen. Not unless you do what I say.”

Without another word, I lift my phone and flip it around so she can see what has started to play on my screen.

At first, her pale green eyes don’t quite seem to understand what she’s looking at. But that confusion slowly contorts into horror.

Her plastic jaw drops.

“You… you recorded that?” she gulps.

“This and so much more,” I reveal. “Or don’t you remember how you begged me to document everything I taught you? Ah, you were such a dirty girl. Imagine the scandal. The von Bingen heiress does… this?” Sliding my thumb up, I start to increase the volume.

“No…” Yasha swallows, understanding everything.

Her hate melts away.

“What will the tabloids say?” I continue to push. “What will the board of directors think? They can’t have someone like this tarnishing their company’s reputation. Can they?’

“You… you’re despicable.”

“Surprise, honey. Looks like I haven’t fallen as far as you thought. I was always at the bottom, kicking around in hell. Now, run inside and get me the specs I need to use your cameras. I want eyes on this entire city by midnight.”

Yasha opens her lips to respond, but when I give my head a stern shake, she understands that our conversation is over.

I’ve won.