Page 9 of Midnight Revelations

It was spur of the moment, and silly, but I wanted his attention. I shimmied out of my dress and took a snapshot of my breasts encased in my lacy bra and sent it to him. My phone pinged a few seconds later.

Ash:Do I get a photo with you in the pussy panties? I promise not to pull your tail again.

I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. He was obsessed with those panties and he had custody of them in his London home.

Me:They’re in London.

I pulled my red silk kimono on and left it loose as I hunted for something to wear to bed. His cum coated the inside of my thighs when I glanced down. It was also on the inside of my dress. I would have to wash it before I went home or Madison would go mental at me about unprotected sex.

My phone pinged as I was rubbing the stain from the inside of my dress.

Ash:Knock knock.

Me:Who’s there?

Ash:Open the door before Lucas kills me!

Without thinking of my attire, I raced out and opened the penthouse door. Ash pushed me inside. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to my room before Francis realised we had a guest.

Ash’s hands landed on my hips and he leaned back to stare down at me. “Love the outfit. Now get on the bed, Angel, because if all we have is one night, then I am going to take full advantage of it.”

My heart stumbled over its beat at his expression. I almost fell when I climbed onto the bed, only his hands spanned my ass to stabilise me.

“What if Papa catches us?” I whispered, even though excitement thrummed through my veins.

“Lucas thinks I left with the blonde. I paid her to attend tonight to provide a decoy. There’s a poker game he’ll be in until dawn. Get on your back and spread your legs. Show me what’s mine.”

I crawled across the bed and rolled onto my back.

Ash stood at the base of the bed watching me with that dark, smouldering look he wore in the bedroom. I was fucked, literally, and I wanted to scream for joy.

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Chapter Four

Lucrezia

This vision in front of me was the reason I could never be interested in any other man. Ash exuded a dark and dangerous element, something that attracted me at a visceral level. I didn’t just want him, my soul needed his soul to complete it.

He loosened his tie and dropped it onto the chair beside the bottom of the bed. His black jacket followed. It was only when his shirt came off that I saw the bruises across his torso. Panic bloomed in my chest and I was on my feet in an instant and beside him, my fingers travelling over them. He hissed when I touched a black and purple bruise in the middle of his back.

“Easy. I think I cracked a rib.”

My heart nearly stopped. “Oh, my God, Ash.”

He spun to face me. “I told you we were in danger, Lucrezia. I may be a shit boyfriend since I have to go on missions at a moment’s notice, but I don’t lie.”

A tear escaped to run down my cheek, and my lips pursed. “You’re in pain.”

He shrugged. “It comes with the job description. We needed to follow a lead while it was still active. You needed me, so I came back.”

I moved behind him to look at the damage to his flesh. “I want to help.”

His chest expanded and contracted on a deep breath. “You already do, Angel, just by being here.” He grabbed me by the wrists, pinning me to one of the bedposts. “When I’m with you, I believe in goodness again. Let me love you before I have to return to my cold existence.”

It wasn’t just his body in pain, there was agony in his eyes. He had held my weight earlier, let me dig my fingers and heels into him and he never once complained. “I’m so ashamed of myself.”

His soft lips found the skin at the side of my neck. “What for?”

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