Masked Sins (Ravaged Castle, #4)

by Amanda Richardson

“Talking to her?” I ask, my voice just a tad too snippy. He smirks before turning to face me. “If I’m not mistaken, you sound a little jealous, sis,” he says, his voice low and almost sultry. My mouth pops open. “I could never be jealous of you,” I nearly whisper-hiss. “I’m just … curious. I don’t think you’ve ever talked about dating anyone since I’ve known you.” “That you know about,” he adds. I dip my chin. “Touché.” Drumming my fingers along the front of my Kindle, I practically word-vomit the next question. “What’s her name?” Orion smiles, and I fight against the knot of envy lodged in my chest. “Why? Are you worried you know her?” I shake my head. “No. I mean, I doubt I do. If she’s … you know,” I add, whispering so that the people standing right in front of us don’t overhear our conversation. “A submissive?” My cheeks burn. “Yeah.” “She’s not. Not yet, anyway. But she’s willing to learn. I think she’s a natural,” he adds, leaning an inch closer to me. The tobacco smell gets stronger as he gets closer. “You’d be surprised how many people naturally want to submit. To give over that control.” He leans another inch closer. “No thinking. No deciding, except whether you want more of whatever your Dom is giving you. Some people find it to be a reprieve from daily life.”