Chapter 40

Zavian sat back down on the weight bench after grabbing what he wanted. He reached for one of the small metal discs resting on the floor beside him and gripped it between his thumb and forefinger.

Then he stuck his index and middle fingers through the hole in the center of the ring and began moving them up and down in an unmistakable motion.

His dark blue eyes never left her face, glimmering with a sinister, burning promise that made Emmeline gulp down her saliva.

A flush crept up her neck at the overtly suggestive display that made her skin prickle with embarrassment and an unexpected frisson of arousal she struggled to tamp down.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling hyper-aware of every inch of her body under his scrutiny. “What are you trying to do now, Mr. Blackthorn?” she asked.

Malice seemed to dance between Zavian’s heavy-lidded eyes and the corner of his lips twitched with the faintest hint of a smirk as if he had been hopi