Sinful Promise

Moretti, he was seventeen, bleeding

head of a ballroom wearing a custom bl

s waiting

rves, diamonds glittering like promises she'd never keep. Heads turned as

Amara

pposed to

ather the t

reath. In seconds, he was at her side. He didn'

e wit

apped him in that too-perfect face and wa

she took

burned lik

ound hers like poss

ltz. Cameras clicked, glasses clinked. They began to turn in perfect sy

o only he could hear. "Last I saw you, you were bl

on her waist, pressing po

red. "I still have the

a dangerous smile. "

amused sound. "Stil

with magnetic force. The tension was a tightrope, stretched

e here," Lucien s

but her face remained

rushed the edge of her jaw like a sin. "But luc

t like a drum

beg," she

ightened.

th thorns. Lucien didn't let her go. Instead, he leaned in, his li

ting marri

ent s

use

orning. Your father destroyed my family. He took ever

into his wrist.

" His gaze was pure steel. "It's a

on her back, guiding her toward the private elevator of the Grand Leone hot

ink I'm agreeing to this," Amara h

s. Just the suffocating tension of ten years of h

he said softly. "You knew what th

name, not throw myself at

m?" he interrupted, voice low, lethal. "Oh, I do. But this isn't j

of the elevator. His hand braced beside

" she said b

ser. "Because love never get

e kiss

re and fury. His mouth claimed hers with a decade of anger, his tongue sweepi

orst

ssed h

evator

a slow, smug smile. "Y

eaming,"

e swollen. Her h

oors opened to

marble table was the marr