When He's Sinful (The Olympus Pride, #3)

by Suzanne Wright

Bailey gaped. “Son of a bitch. We totally need to dig out the tire iron.” Aspen dug her nails into the arms of the chair. “And also the claymore.” Corbin’s brow furrowed. “You have a claymore?” “You don’t?” asked Bailey. His frown deepened. “No.” “Huh,” said the mamba. “Well that’s weird.” “No, Bailey, it’s not. I’d say most people don’t own a claymore,” he told her. “That’s a problem they should rectify. Swords often come in handy. As do bullwhips.” “You have a bullwhip?” “You don’t?” “No.” “Weird.”

If you were Bailey, there’d be an endless number of potential suspects—she angers people like there’s a reward for it.” “Their anger is my reward,” said Bailey. Aspen exhaled heavily. “Well let’s go see

“Aw Randy, when it comes to your opinion, I could swallow ten boxes of laxatives and still fail to give a shit.”

“It’s okay.” A growl vibrated his chest. He fisted her hair and snatched her head back. “No, it fucking isn’t.” His mouthed slammed down on hers.

“Jesus. What sadist trained him?” “Not sadist, genius,” Valentina corrected.

He looked at Bailey. “You’re like the sister I never wanted and am glad I don’t have.”

“Try and find a way to love me, even if only a little.” She raised her head and glared daggers at him. “I already love you, you big fucking idiot! How could you not know that?”