Her Dominant Dragon
“Sam, why would you-“
“He, he, my name... It’s on his neck.” Abby spurted out, her cheeks flushing as she moved closer to Sin. Her hands moved to the collar of his shirt, pulling the white cotton down. “Where is yours? I know you and Stolas went with him. Was it your idea?”
Sin caught Abby’s hand, his eyes narrowing as a slow smile spread across his chiseled face. His eyebrow quirked up. “Careful, Abby. I’m a demon, but I’m not your demon.”