Page 58 of The Sinner and the Priest: Part 1

I pause my page flip through the Bible, interested in his answer.

Raven counts on her fingers. “The priest is the exorcist. Zeke is the firepower. Wesley is the smart one. But you—what is your purpose here?”

His eyes lock with hers. “I ask myself the same question every day.”

She snorts. “What does Rome really want?”

Another shrug barely ripples Dominic’s muscles. “To stop the end of the world.”

I slam the Bible closed and put it on the desk.

“He’s nobody,” I tell Raven. “Moral support.”

“Nah.” Her fingers twitch at her side. “He’s something. He’s just hiding it.”

I move to the closet and open it for a deeper look. More boring clothes. He’s a neat freak like Leila and Hannah. Lord save Raven if this is her man.

“Stand,” she orders.

Knees crack. Fabric rustles. I glance over my shoulder and catch Tawny hiding a smirk at Dominic towering over Raven, toe to toe.

“Turn around, Saint.” She twirls her finger. “Wide stance. Hands on the wall.”

His jaw flexes, but he stays calm and glances around. The room is too small for free wall space. Raven kicks his chair out of the way to give him room, then he does as he is told.

As soon as his back is to us, I drop the act and my jaw, gesturing at the man with the perfect ass.

“Fucking hot,” I mouth to Raven. “You should definitely hit that.”

I also mime fucking with my fists, pumping beside my thrusting hips.

Raven scowls darkly at me. But Tawny gets it. She’s biting her lip, fanning her face.

The Saint’s pose defines all the God-given assets in perfectly defined Versace clarity.

Raven bares her teeth and jabs a finger in the air at both of us. A warning, maybe?

We’re silent for too long, and Dominic glances over his shoulder. “Is okay?”

“Is very okay.” I whistle low.

“This finished?” He tries to face us, and I glimpse his confused expression before Raven grabs him by the guns and shoves him back against the wall.

“You’re not done.” She gets on her tiptoes to line up her lips to his ear. “You’re done when I say you’re done.”

She shoves off him and starts pacing.

Okay. She’s more agitated than she should be. We share a brief meeting of the eyes, and then she pulls out her dagger and holds it to the side of Dominic’s neck.

“Strip,” she demands.

He tenses. “Scusa?”

“Time for a cavity search.”

Dominic goes so quiet that I think he’s turned to stone.

Raven is just trying to push his buttons, the same way she’s been doing since he arrived. I hope. But he doesn’t take the bait. He never does.