Page 38 of Malevolent Secrets

And just like that, the game begins.

Chapter Twelve

Lorenzo

I know that it isn't physically possible for her to seem even more beautiful now than she did the first time I saw her, but I'm willing to let the irrational and improbable fly for this instance.

She looks remarkable. She makes my mouth water looking at her dressed in her pretty dress and jewelry. I hate myself for making her come here again.

She looks like a princess, a fucking queen in fact. She belongs in a garden surrounded by flowers, not burly men with guns strapped to their hips.

She is so short and petite. I have met a lot of short women who try to compensate for their height, or lack of, by wearing mile-high heels all the time, but she seems comfortable in her own skin. The two-inch heels she has on amplify her already gorgeous legs. Legs that I’ve caught my men looking at more times than I care for already.

Even Dino turned around for a second look when he saw her. Dino is typically my most disciplined man.

The only reason I don’t blame him for looking again, is because I know he has been with his woman for eight years and he carries around a diamond ring in his pocket all the time, waiting for the perfect moment to propose.

That still doesn’t mean I like him looking at my woman.

My woman.

Vincent was right in asking me to stay away. But even a saint or a eunuch would not be able to resist the siren call that is her presence, her beauty, her smile. And I am just a man. I am no saint. Nor am I anything even approaching a eunuch.

It’s especially hard for me because I know what she tastes like now, not just her mouth, but her…everything.

I know what she looks like when she’s turned on, I know how she likes to take her pleasure, nails scraping and teeth biting. Demanding.

I know how perfectly her lips spread into an O when she’s close, and when she finally goes off the edge…the sounds are imprinted in my brain.

Her being the widow of a traitor does nothing to dull my desire for her.

Eve, the serpent and the forbidden fruit. A remake for the ages.

“Are you going to spend the entire night just looking at me?” Her voice is that raspy flavor that I enjoyed so much the other night, not scratchy like most of women who work for me because they have ruined their lungs with cigars and cigarettes, but smoky, sultry. Undeniably sexy.

“Can I?”

Her lips part in surprise and I curl my fingers into themselves to keep from thrusting two of them into her mouth…and that’s just for starters. For some reason, I seem incapable of holding my thoughts back from her, something I know that is more than dangerous.

For all I know, this woman is approaching me on purpose, in pursuit of some misplaced ideas of seeking revenge for her lost lover. Spilling my truths to her seems like a colossally bad idea.

“Just looking?” she asks and from the way she gasps a little, I can tell she didn’t mean to say that.

I’m sure she also isn’t aware of her body leaning toward mine. Her legs are pressed so tightly together that I’m guessing she’s well on her way to soaking wet.

I couldn’t care less about her plans. She is beautiful, sinfully hot, and entirely willing. I can enjoy myself and make her enjoy herself too.

Jeremy Foster obviously didn’t know what he had while he was alive or he would’ve done everything in his power to stay alive and protect her, stay with her, enjoy her. It’s clear because he instead chose…

“You know that you don’t just want to look,” she says to me teasingly, interrupting my thoughts.

I grin at her. “Looking makes for an excellent first course.”

“Am I food now?” she teases back.

I chuckle. “I would eat you again and again if you would let me.”

She blushes. It’s something I love about her. She always seems so surprised by my attraction to her and yet she’s capable of such filthy things when her clothes come off. I think this juxtaposition is a lot of the reason I’m becoming obsessed with her.

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