Page 43 of Salvatore

“I’d risk it for her.” Her hand reclaims my wrist, this time softer. Gentle. Entirely perplexing. “She’s my best friend.” She stares at me, the eye contact entrancing.

Is she attempting to fucking seduce me?

“Let go.” There’s an edge to my voice, one born from the growing need to part her legs, palm her thighs, and sink my cock inside her.

I’m undone by this woman, and I’ve never been undone by anyone in my entire life. At least not sexually. Attraction has always been surface level. An easily dismissed vice.

Not now though.

She’s under my skin. Fucking with my head.

She raises her chin. Determined. Undaunted. “Tell me about the situations Olivia has been in.”

Her lips mold every word like a siren’s call, luring me deeper under the spell of her charm.

I should step back.

I have the information I need. I’m convinced she knows nothing about the cremation agreement. My family’s crimes are safe. At least for now. Indulging in this situation will only complicate matters.

“Let go,” I grate, “or this is going to escalate quickly.”

Her breath hitches, and my drunk ass doesn’t hear the fear.

Her tongue snakes out, quickly moistening her lips.

All I can see is her interest—the way her face is tilted toward mine, the hunger in her gaze.

She fucking wants me. Or at the very least that’s what she wants me to believe.

I snap a hand around her chin, her sharp gasp a dose of ice-cold reality. I wait for trepidation to kick in. For her self-preservation to sober us both. But it doesn’t come. Instead those dark eyes simmer.

“Are you fucking with me,mi bella reina?”

Her breathing quickens, her phenomenal tits rising and falling a bare inch from my arm. She stares at me for long seconds, and I swear to God all I see is attraction. Pure fucking lust.

I lean in, my mouth almost upon hers. “Are you attempting to seduce the answers out of me?”

“Why do you think that?” she whispers.

“Because it’s almost working.”

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IVY

I tense every muscle,fighting against the heavenly shudder attempting to take over my body. He’s right—I am trying to seduce him. But it wasn’t entirely for information. The alcohol is seriously meddling with my libido and having a blatant disregard for my safety.

“Do you want to be fucked, troublemaker?”

I clench my legs against the throb between my thighs.

“Because Iwillfuck you,” he bites out, “but it won’t help your cause. I’m not a man that can be ruled by my dick.”

I believe him.

I can see it in his eyes. In his tightly wound composure. Sleeping with him won’t help win me any favors. It will probably do the exact opposite. So why the hell is my body amped to proceed?

I clamp my mouth shut, my teeth digging into my bottom lip.

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