Page 33 of Angelic Vengeance

Though one thing was clear: I was throbbing between the legs.

We were so close our noses were touching, yet my eyes were on his lips.

“What’s my name?” He rasped.

My eyebrows knitted, but I breathlessly responded him. “Zachary. Zachary Rafael Di’Ablo.”

He squeezed my waist harder, but not enough to hurt. Growling, his lips brushed against the corner of my mouth, “What’s. My. Name.”

I raised my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. And then I saw it.

He wanted me to call himZach.

I couldn’t do that.

Addressing him by his nickname was too personal. Lines between us were already blurring and calling him‘Zach’ would only give him the wrong idea. We were not friends. I didn’t even like him. So why would I even entertain him?

When I remained silent, he let out a sardonic breath, which fanned against my face. We were dangerously close.

Our lips were only one bad decision away.

“Why would you pick some complete nobody, when you could have me?”

The rawness in his words took me by surprise. I had only intended to mess with him earlier, but by the way he was looking at me right now – and by the bullet he put in that guy’s head – I understood he was more than jealous.

His lips brushed the corner of my mouth. “You want me to kiss you.”

I parted my lips to interrupt him, but he covered my mouth with his palm, silencing me. My heart exploded in my chest.

“You won’t admit it. And if I kissed you right now, you’d push me away.” He uncovered my mouth, then brushed my lips with his thumb, setting my whole world on fire. “But you want it, don’t you?”

In the dimly lit room, Zachary cast me in his shadow. In the low light, his brown hair and eyes appeared black. The dark worshipped him. Underneath the material of my T-shirt and bra, my tits grazed his suit every time my chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Maybe it was the safety of his darkness, but when I felt my cheeks grow hot, I couldn’t even bring myself to care.

Something deep inside me ached.

My glance dropped to his lips again. My head was buzzing and I had to fight the invisible force pulling me towards him.

I was going to do something stupid if I didn’t regain control over myself.

But then he pushed off me, and my body grew cold and confused at the loss of contact.

“Don’t flirt with my men again. I won’t hesitate to kill them.” He threw one more glance at the corpse, who I guess used to be one of his soldiers. Chuckling, he brushed his thumb over his lip, shaking his head. “Have fun.”

And with that, he walked out, leaving me to deal with the mess on my own.

I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Unlike Zachary, I had left my old life behind, meaning I no longer had contacts I could call in these types of emergencies. The jerk knew I needed his help.

God,I hate him.

I ran after him.

Zachary was walking down the hallway, towards the party, when I stepped in front of him.

Without thinking, I placed my hands on his chest. His muscles tensed under my touch, and I didn’t dare to look at his face. Keeping my eyes on the red slashes I left on his tatted skin, I slowly slid my palms down his pecs, digging my sharp nails into him through his shirt. A masculine noise of satisfaction escaped his throat and I felt it all the way between my thighs.

This was the first time I’d ever initiated physical contact with him, and I wasn’t necessarily being modest. I wasn’t used to using seduction in order to get what I wanted; usually pointing my .45 did the trick. But this was my last hope.

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