THE MORETTI HEIRESS

er D

yone. Blood heating, cock hardening, hands itching to find out how her golden hair would feel wrapped around my fist. It'd been visceral, unexp

ike she own

e that made everyone know she was not to be messed with. The coat draped over her shoulders wasn't something fashi

, one of those rare things reserved for people who had been around long enough to see

that, we wer

ike a man staring down at his prey. Oh well, you could term that as a stalker as well. How coul

ling over book titles, her fingers brushing the edges but never lingering. Not

what she wanted,

l I

e you as the b

fr

d. Spine straight, head tilted slightly. That pause that said: I heard you.

she t

s, her mask in full display. Not li

follow

ping inside. "Or fate, depe

smooth. I could almost ta

guy who li

eads anything without a profit mar

t my mouth. "Tou

flirtation, with calculation. She wasn't deciding wh

like that. Sharp,

know you sneak aro

tened. "Is t

's curi

it's none of

still wan

. Flicked on the lights like she owned them, too. Her boot heels echoed against the floor, she took

ng if I wanted any. She set one mug on the c

't dri

nt, Xavier?" sh

at shouldn't have made my

o underst

men say before they ask me to die for

sking for

's wo

ual. But this was a throne posture, it reeked of elegance. Her hand rested on the spine of a leather-bound poetry collect

cross f

t people get

N

hy

ready k

o hear yo

game? Peel back my armor and pretend you'r

retending

d her, slow, rhythmic. We fell into comfortable silence. I won

wer. The idea of having some kind of control over m

at do y

ickered in h

ow. Ran her fingers along the spines. Her back was to me again, but this time, it

lume of Italian poetry. She opene

efore this," sh

lieve

romanti

m n

nd walked slowly back toward me,

me," she said flat

es

nd

houl

ou wan

es

pped, just for a tiny second. A moment

asn't

as lo

drew me in like gravity. It

or once, she didn't flin

didn't stop me, but she didn't melt, either. She just

e stepping over brok

lips

sn't

a col

ut the fact that she wasn't just any girl but someone I wanted to destroy and my mind blanked, the commanding pressure of her kiss dragging me under to a place where oxygen didn't exist. My blood turned to molten lava, and her nipples pebbled like she'd plunged headfirst into a lake of ice. T

gainst my chest. Pressed flat. Not gen

do this,"

kno

k this mean

won

knew it

her of u

decide if this

for reveng

gh