Page 2 of Raziel
I smiled, lifted my glass, and promised myself I wouldn’t be the cause of any more trouble in her life—and more specifically, I wouldn’t ruin this night.
At least, not on purpose.
That thought brought my attention back to the man who could make me break that promise.
Raziel Mercier.
The name curled on my tongue like silk soaked in sin.
Raziel Mercier looked like sin dipped in gold. He was big—lumberjack built, with broad shoulders and thick arms that strained the seams of his low-cut button-up. Ink crawled up his throat. He had that smoldering Italian heat about him—sun-kissed skin, a jaw carved from granite, and eyes the color of burnt honey. He didn’t smile much, and when he did, it looked dangerous. Like maybe he was about to break something. Or someone.
He had the kind of presence that made women straighten up and cross their legs—just to stop themselves from offering him their everything on a silver platter.
And I wanted him.
He was sitting across the room, at a table all by himself. His disposition repelled people, but I could tell it was on purpose, although I’d heard he was a mean motherfucker. Colder than an Arctic winter.
I knew I could thaw him.
Miyori followed my gaze. “Don’t think about it. He’s got a fiancée.”
I wasn’t hearing shit she had to say. If she wasn’t in the room, she wasn’t in the equation.
I grinned, teeth flashing. “Priest had a wife.”
That earned me a tight little laugh from her, even if she tried to hide it. “Maya, don’t start. That’s different.”
I was already pushing up from my chair, smoothing my hands down my barely-there dress. “I’m sorry, sis, but the temptation is too great.”
Chapter two- Maya
I walked straight up to him, slow enough to make sure he saw every step. His eyes got caught on my wide hips and stayed there, even after I was standing directly in front of him.
“Dance with me.”
He finally looked away. “No.”
I grabbed his hand anyway.He let me.
I dragged him onto the empty dance floor with a laugh. There were only five or six people left over. None would tell what they saw.
I took his hand and settled it on my waist. Heat buzzed low in my belly from the contact.
“Move with me,” I instructed, and we started swaying slow to music. He was stiff.
I pressed closer, ground my hips against him under the dim light of the chandelier, let my breath kiss his throat—and it earned me a sharp inhale through his nose and his body loosened.
“Why aren’t you nice to me?” I asked. I’d been officially introduced to him a year ago. He was a New York transport, who came with his soon to be father in law to fill the void Sebastian’s wicked ass had vacated in death. Him and Priest collaborated at times.I could barely get a hi from him.
“Because you’re a walking fucking liability,” he muttered, jaw tight. “A problem.”
“I’m easily solved...” I whispered against his Adam’s apple, and I swear I felt his dick grow instantly hard against my belly.
He stared down at me with eyes filled with warning, lust, and something darker—something dangerous.
His big hand tightened on my waist and I wanted them around my throat.
“Why do you keep bothering me?”
