VELVET CHAINS

glass and gold. Isabella stood with her arms crossed ove

d it. He hadn't spoken since the limousine ride fr

s fur

is jaw. The tension in his shoulders

was furi

hatred for the man who had just used her t

tor dinge

tho

, lit only by blue LEDs tracing the walls. His suite door opened with a f

ted in the

" he asked, voi

er shoulders

ed behind her

below like a glittering sea. A private pool shimmered beyond a sliding glass

e h

iskey and turned to face her, le

could speak. "You used me. You knew what putti

ou looked like yo

ask to b

a soft clink. "Then maybe

. "What doe

"It means every move I make has a consequence. Every tou

art sk

e to provoke

uld feel the heat of his body. "I kissed you beca

undid the first bu

dn't s

y man in that room wanted you. I saw it. I fe

utton sli

share," sh

yes f

is mouth w

in her hair, her arms circled his neck. She didn't know whether she was

e room, and laid her down on a velvet chais

," he said,

bare skin and flushed curves, the cool air sendin

s devou

scle carved like a statue, tattoos inked in black and gold a

ng

her thighs, his hands skimm

all wanted," he murmured.

devoured her like a man starving, one hand gripping her thigh, the other

ry, thighs shakin

dn't

into her-harder, more

se, mouth glistenin

ine now,"

idn't

it could even be called that. The walls were floor-to-c

tly. Then undressed

it he

inch of him oozed

ease, then moved over her, his bo

red her, the

ly, slowly, like he wa

deeper. Sweat slicked their skin.

nto his back, needing hi

ow in her ea

y w

you're

hesi

wed, t

murmured, t

" she gaspe

throat, her ch

shattered

the city lights casting so

up on one elbow, brush

now somethin

d up at hi

, really? You're

te

ed. "But I didn'

ace. "Then what

hesi

. "And she left me... nothing. Just a hotel n

d. "Your mother

for them. I think

ightened. "What

a DeL

le

ared

" she

up, reaching

mething.

on screen that made

she asked, h

the scre

woman-gorgeous, elegant,

her?" she

lian L

grimly. "Your moth

eath l

ut a trace. I remember the fight. My fath

said. She just... moved us from hote

daughter ends up working for the Langf

bedsheet around her. "

toward her, expr

coincidence," he murmur

them changed-ele

her mouth

thouse inte

son

through, dist

her is on his way up. H

yes flicked

essed,"

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ow

war wa

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