That made her laugh, if weakly. “Why put on such a display? He is hardly the type to become jealous.”
“Mm. Perhaps I wish for him to feel debased.Debauched.To feel dragged low by watching us together. That is what this grand experiment of yours is all about, is it not? Ruining the man’s soul?” He paused. “And perhaps it simply brings me a thrill to think ofhimas our audience for this particular performance.”
Could she go through with this? Knowing Sherlock—Virtue—was watching? But it…might serve her end goal.
In her hesitation, Moriarty spoke up again. “I do not believe inlove. I do, however, believe inrespect.”His hand tangled in her hair and yanked her head back, causing her to hiss in pain.
It did anything but deter how very badly she wanted him.
His lips hovered close to her ear again as he murmured to her. “And I want you to understand that what I will do to you tonight is a sign of how much respect I have for you, though it may appear the opposite.”
That made her feel as though she’d been thrown off a ledge. What he was promising to do—veiled through flowery language or not—made her blood run as cold as ice and as hot as lava at the same time.
“Now…if you agree? Do as I say. Open the windows and the blinds. Let them watch their fill. Let this night serve a purpose more than our mutual satisfaction.” He pushed her forward again, though that time she was expecting it.
Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she took a moment to consider what she was going to do.
And she knew she only had one choice.
She opened the windows.
Sidney watchedas Sherlock shifted nervously as he watched through the binoculars. His teeth were gritted, and his body was locked tight.
And that wasn’t the only thing that had grown tight about him.
Oh.
Placing her back to the wall, Sidney’s mind began to race. It was clear that Sherlock was…affected by what he was watching.In more ways than one.
It was beyond depraved.
Beyondfucked up.
Across the street, her sister was getting—her sister was probably—and she was standing next to Sherlock Holmes who was—who was getting aroused watching?—
And the worst part of it all?
The thing that was going to send Sidney to hell?
She had one job, didn’t she?Seduce Sherlock Holmes.Make sure that he would sacrifice any number of innocent people over Doctor Watson.
Fuck you, Sasha.
Fuck you, Vile.
Fuck you.
Fuck. You.
Sasha could seethe glint of something reflecting in the window across the street, though she couldn’t make out what. She imagined it kind of like the lens of the camera fromRear Window,though she knew that was far too modern.
Sherlock was watching.
Virtue was watching.
They had an audience.
And something about that…
