Free Soul Enslaved (Sons of Wrath Book 3) by Keri Lake Page A

any role in it, and the truth is, I quite enjoyed her flirtations at the time.”
    “Then what happened? She go psycho, or something?”
    “She insisted, under oath, that I forced her into it.” He rubbed his hands together.
    The accusation must’ve gnawed at him, given the rumors that had always floated around the casino about how reverent a lover Gavin was despite his womanizing, and just about every single female pined after him.
    “Fortunately, every floor in the casino has security cameras—including my office—otherwise, I doubt I’d be sitting here at all. After much debate and much humiliation on both sides, the findings were determined to be inconclusive. We were both sent to Obsidius.”
    “You almost sound like you feel sorry for her.”
    “Why wouldn’t I? Whatever possessed her to make such an accusation was clearly the result of a deranged mind. It’s impossible to make sense of crazy. Better to sympathize.” His brows lowered. “Does this make you uneasy around me?”
    “I don’t think you have any desire to return to Obsidius and face death for the rape of a succubus you’re enslaved to, so no.”
    “You’re absolutely right about that.”
    “Besides, I believe you.” She bit the inside of her lip, drinking in the striking blue of his eyes. “Let’s find something for you to wear tonight.”
    ***
    Gavin stared in the mirror, adjusting the black button-down shirt he’d managed to find in a sea of cheap knockoffs at the Goodwill. Aside from the prison issues, it was the first shirt he’d worn in years that hadn’t been straight from the designer and tailored to fit him.
    He exited the bathroom, tugging at his sleeves as he descended the stairs. Just before hitting the bottom step, he paused, eyes locked on Sabelle. Bent forward over the couch, she rifled through a bag, the short shorts she wore, baring half her ass cheeks.
    A chill climbed his spine alongside the visuals of slamming into her. Gavin screwed his eyes shut and tipped his head back, but the tickle remained.
    That hair, tangled in his fist with each glide inside her. Long, tone thighs spread wide, ass high; the curve of her back pooling with sweat; her screams of ecstasy only stoking his lust.
    More prickles danced across his skin, and Gavin opened his eyes once more. The tips of his fangs scraped his lower lip, and he rubbed a hand across his mouth and chin to hide them. Stop. ’The fuck was he thinking?
    Too much time with thugs , his thoughts responded.
    Straightening, Sabelle spun around, her eyes narrowed on him before her stare roved him up and down. She double-blinked, neck bobbing with a swallow, and she cleared her throat. “Griffin says my car should be ready midweek, which means, unfortunately, we’ll be taking the bus.”
    “I’m happy to offer one of my cars. I can have Ben drive it over within the hour.”
    She stared, and Gavin couldn’t tell if she might be considering it, or contemplating whether or not her sharp claws could penetrate his skin. “Just like that?”
    He shrugged. “Just like that. No having to take the kids on the bus.”
    The way she rubbed a hand across the back of her neck told him she really wanted to say yes. Instead, she shook her head. “If you weren’t here, I’d have to make do. I’ll take the bus.”
    “No need to be stubborn about this, Sabelle. Seize opportunities when they’re in front of you.”
    “And what happens when you leave and I’m back to my shit car, huh? My kids are asking where the nice car went, and I have to explain, when we’re broken down on the side of the road, that it was just Mommy seizing the opportunity .” Her hands fell to her hips and she leaned forward. “False hope is the cruelest kind.”
    “Suit yourself. My intention wasn’t to tear down whatever fortress keeps you from enjoying life. I was merely offering a solution to a very temporary problem. Perhaps you might consider a letter to Hertz, making them aware of the hopes and