All Chapters of Buried Beneath Sin: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He let the quiet take the path when it wanted to. She noticed. Small mercies count. Back inside, he gave her space to undress, to shower, to put on the smoke-colored robe as if she’d chosen it and not been given it. When she came out, he was on the sitting-room sofa of their suite, jacket off, bow

Mazzo woke with a plan and told Sasha to get ready for an eventful day. Sasha stepped into the foyer—hair in loose waves, cream blouse tucked into soft trousers, flats because she refused to pretend comfort wasn’t elegant—the car was already at the foot of the steps, the driver holding the door like

After, he set a book from the morning’s haul beside her tumbler. “Poems,” he said. “In case the television tries to trick you into thinking you’re tired in the head.” “That’s not how televisions work,” she said. “It is in my house.” “Then in your house I’ll read,” she said, and did, for twenty

He slid his finger deeper, then two, the sweet sharp ache forcing her breath in and out in staccato bursts. She felt drunk. Almost calling Nico's name out loud. But she bit her lip, forcing her words to die in her mouth instead of finding life. He pulled his finger out and then a moment later, he

“You’ll see,” he said. His eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief that reminded her he was still a young man under the armor of an empire. He led her out to the car, holding the door without flourish. They drove out of the city, the skyline receding into a haze of glass and steel until it gave wa