Page 15 of King of Deception

I should have understood the moment Preston mentioned that Mason and Gris knew each other. Gris was in Hawaii to meet me. I’m his instrument of revenge.

The woman who fell willingly into his bed.

The woman on whom the hopes and dreams of Kincaid Enterprises is resting had a tryst with the enemy.

I’m the worst kind of fool and I deserve whatever’s coming. I keep myself standing by sheer force of will. Now is no time to be a swooning female. “I think you should leave.”

“But I just got here.”

“Please leave.” My chin notches.

He looks at me, his gaze starting at my sleek updo and over the fitted gown that highlights my tiny waist. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ll scream.”

He takes another step closer, his shoe crunching on the broken glass. Before I’ve even noticed, he’s got me in his arms, lifting me out of the puddle. “You won’t.”

My arms automatically go around his neck. “You don’t know that.”

“You don’t want to draw attention to me, princess. We both know it.” He’s so close, his mouth inches from mine as those deep, dark, near black eyes stare into my soul.

Even knowing that he’s nothing but trouble, I’m throbbing between my legs, and I can feel the full length of his cock pressing into my thighs. It’s a cock that I know intimately. How it looks. How he tastes.

“What do you want?”

“We need to talk.”

“Now?”

“Tomorrow,” he answers. “Lunch. One o’clock. I’ll pick you up.”

“Pick me up where?”

His lips curve into a half smile. “At your place.”

“How do you know where I live?”

“I know all sorts of things about you, Arabella Kincaid.” Slowly he sets me down. “And I know you want to know about me too.”

His hands are splayed out on my back, his cock growing harder as my body aches with a desire I’m trying desperately to deny.

I’m in the worst kind of trouble.

CHAPTER FIVE

Gris

Arabella Kincaid has madea deal with the devil.

That would be me. I’m the devil.

I watch from across the room as she kisses the cheek of her cousin, Luke Kincaid.

Next to her, that fucking cunt, Preston Wingate, eyes a passing blonde with fake tits and even faker hair.

The blonde catches his eye and giggles. He smiles in return and subtly shifts his cock. What a stupid fucking prick.

He’s barely touched his fiancé all evening, which is fine with me. The moment I walked into this room and saw his hand on her arm, I lost my mind for a second.

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