She has changed. I can see that in the confidence in her stance, the way she takes up space like she’s entitled to it. Between that and her hard n*****s, my c**k has no chance of staying asleep.
“You could have been in prison for murder, for all I know,” she finishes.
“I never denied that I’ve killed men.”
“Jesus,” she says with a horrified shudder. “You can’t just say things like that so casually.”
“That’s not what I was put in jail for, though.”
“Fine. Arson? Burglary? Did you jaywalk too many times in front of the wrong cop?”
“Don’t be a fool, Kinsley.” She jerks slightly at the harsh lash of my voice. “You have instincts. You have intelligence. Tell me, do you really believe I’m lying to you?”
She knows what I’m asking. “No,” she says. “I don’t.”
“Then stop trying to convince y
