Iniquitous (The Marked, #3)

by Bianca Scardoni

He smiled again, but it wasn’t just any kind of smile. It was that, I-know-I’m-having-an-effect-on-you smile. And I hated that smile.

“Kiss me goodnight and I’ll go to bed.” Did I just say that?

“I need Dominic! I need him! Take me back to him right now! Please,” I begged.

“I assure you,” answered Dominic as he took a final sip of his drink and placed the glass on the table. “I know much more about her than you’ll ever know, and in ways you’ll never know her.”