The Devil’s Bargain
She tilted her head, strands of silky black hair sliding over her slender, porcelain-white shoulder: “It’s only a matter of time. And besides...”
She paused, deliberately licking her slightly swollen, reddened lips from the earlier bite, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous spark: “...Calling you that makes it more exciting, doesn’t it... dear uncle? The thrill of a secret affair with your soon-to-be fiancée’s niece—isn’t that fascinating?”
Zoe knew she was playing with fire with this gamble, but she had no retreat. She had to win, even if it meant tearing apart her own pride or paying any price.