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I didn’t care for the way she made me feel. I didn’t like the look on her face when I’d cornered her. She’d looked broken. Fragile. And she’d made something crack inside me.
I was right. The moment she rocked up to me in her towel, I had known it. She was trouble. But she was made to be mine. I didn’t have to touch her to know she’d fit me like a glove. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t right for me. The man above had sculpted her with only one intention. To be mine.
The sun glinted off the glass doors, and one-third into my cigar, they swung open to reveal the temptation to my will. She was in one of those ass-showing tight skirts again.Of course she was.And another silk top that revealed nothing but played with my cock. The woman was born to walk a catwalk. Too bad she was meant for my eyes only.
With the sun on her, she was almost in front of me before she noticed me. She came to a halt. Lips tight and her hands clutched around her phone. Her face was a projector of emotions. Shock. Surprise. Unease. Guilt? Then it shifted into determination, and fuck me if she didn’t ignore me and walk past.
“One more step and I’m throwing you over my shoulder.”
The click-clack of her pumps stopped. Our gazes collided when she flipped around. Hers burned with frustration. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Thought it was obvious.” I cocked my brows and rolled my shades off my face.
She frowned. I glared.
“Get in the car.”
“No.”
“Now. I am taking you home.”
“I’m perfectly capable of getting home without you.”
“Maybe.” I pushed off the car and took one step towards her. “But I am not capable of allowing you to.” I pulled the passenger door open. “Now get the fuck in the car.”
She hesitated, but something in my gaze must have screamed lunatic because she let out a huff and stomped to the car. “Can you at least move your arm away?”
With a snarl that was supposed to be a grin, I moved my arm and took a step back. She slid into the car, her tight skirt working her ass andfuck me.It had slits on the sides that went four inches past her knee. “You work in an office or a brothel?” Her breath hitched, and her face went dark like I’d hit her. Something told me I shouldn’t have kicked off the filter on my mouth. She made to push out of the car and I blocked her path.
“Let me out.”
“Not going to happen.”
“You shouldn’t be tainting your car with a whore,” her tone was quiet. Dead.
I dropped to my haunches and gripped her chin before her next breath was out. “Don’t fucking put words in my mouth.”
“You are the one who said—”
“And I shouldn’t have. Jesus! I’m sorry.” I let go of her and rushed my hand through my hair. “I’m insane. Alright?” A harsh laugh spilled out of me. “You make me fucking insane.”
“Probably born like it,” she muttered to my soft laugh.
How was she talking to me like this and getting away with it? And why were her words sending heat to my dick? “Shut the fuck up.” My tone was too soft. Too sweet. She’d made a boomerang out of me.
I didn’t know what I did, because her lips tilted into a slight smile.Fuck, she’s beautiful.She was barely wearing makeup. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her eyes stirred with delight. Adrenaline rushed through my veins. She curled towards me, and a whiff of the wind carried her maddeningsmell. Fucking intoxicating. It had seeped into my pores, and I couldn’t rid myself of it.
My heated gaze dropped to the dip in her blouse where her gold locket rested. My eyes rolled down her blouse to her tight skirt, in search of the release on the side to show off her long, tanned legs. Made to wrap around a man’s hips. I couldn’t help it as much as I couldn’t stop breathing. My rough palm stroked where the slit ended. Her skin was as smooth as velvet, and my hand felt like sandpaper running on it. Instant electricity sparked between us. The air sizzled with tangible need. Her breath hitched as my thumb slid just underneath her slit. I hooked my gaze to hers, and it was clear as the sky was blue.Lust.She wanted me as much as I did her, and Jesus, I wanted this woman. A metal claw unclasped within my chest, and everything that was greedy spilled out of it. I wanted this woman. It wasn’t her. It was me. My need. My want. For this woman. Fuck. She was my fucking temptation.
I was up and standing at the back of the car in an instant. Angry puffs of my cigar did nothing to calm the tension coiling inside me. How was this happening? I didn’t want to be Carlo. But an army wouldn’t be able to drag me off her if they had machine guns and a rocket artillery. So what could I do then? Just a man put before this woman.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I didn’t need this shit in my life.Think of your future wife, Vitale.I squeezed my eyes shut. For the life of me, I couldn’t come up with her name or what she looked like. There’d been plenty of images with that contract. The one I’d been carrying around like a burn on my palm, but I couldn’t remember if she had brown hair or black. Not black like the woman sitting inside. Not silky like hers. Nor long. I glanced back to find her with one foot out. I didn’t fucking think so. I stalked over and lifted her foot with mine and shoved it inside. The door slammed shut toher frustrated gasp, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Was too engrossed with the monster I’d tried so hard to hide. It roared inside me. Rattled at his cage. There was no escaping it anymore.
CHAPTER TWELVE
AHANA
