Page 72 of My Sweetest Temptation

“Ahh!” I gasped, instinctively trying to push him away, but he held me down with his solid weight, pinning me in place.

He surprised me by pressing his lips against my breast and kissing me with tenderness, somehow soothing away the sharp sting of what just happened. He pulled back, his expression unreadable, and casually tucked the knife back into his pocket, leaving me wanting more. He helped me sit up and then caged me in, his hands bracketing me against the sink. “Winter,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Look at me.”

Lifting my gaze, I met his eyes, a deep, piercing blue and glittering with satisfaction and something more...possession, perhaps. His lips, swollen from our kisses, curved into a slow, wicked smile.

“Did you learn your lesson?” he asked, his voice dripping with condescension.

My hands at my sides clenched into fists, and I wanted to kick him right in the dick. How dare he?

“You’re a bastard,” I whispered, and tears of frustration finally streaked down my cheeks.

He leaned in closer, that smug grin still plastered on his stupid, handsome face. “I never claimed to be anything else,” he taunted. “But now you’ll remember this moment and think twice before challenging me.”

A sharp knock on the door jolted me backward, and I hit my head against the mirror.

“Fuck,” Nico hissed and reached for my head, but his hand halted in mid-air when a voice called out from the other side.

“Boss, there’s a matter that requires your attention.”

Nico’s eyes narrowed slightly but he didn’t break eye contact as he called out, “I’ll be out in a minute.”

He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my lips. “Are you okay?”

I nodded in response.

“Good. I’ll be seeing you soon, Angel.” His mouth claimed mine once more, a soft, lingering kiss that left me reeling.

With one last look, he turned and strode out, the door clicking shut behind him.

I leaned back against the counter, my heart pounding, my breath coming in short gasps. The threat, for now, had been eliminated, but the game was far from over.

A smile played on my lips as I realized the depths of the trouble, or pleasure, ahead.

I slammed the door shut behind me and turned to Miguel. “This better be fucking important, Miguel,” I bit out.

Winter’s taste still clung to my lips. She tasted fucking sweet like honey. The way she writhed underneath me…She was fucking hot for me, just like I was for her.

Winter was fucking with my head. I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking, finger-fucking her and tasting her. It had been a while since I felt that kind of lust, like I was a damn teenager again.

“It is, boss,” Miguel replied, pulling me back to the reason I had to leave Winter. Just then, Enzo strode in.

“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded as I studied Enzo’s rigid posture.

Then my phone rang.

“What?” I answered.

“Boss, come back to the house.” One of my guards’ voices crackled through the line, urgency dripping from every word. “You need to get back home right now.”

I straightened my back, the tension coiling in my muscles. “What’s going on?”

“There’s been a delivery. Someone left a package at your doorstep,” he continued, his voice trembling slightly.

“A package? What kind of package?” My stomach tightened.

“It’s not a package, boss. It’s… fucking body parts,” he breathed out.

My grip on the phone tightened, knuckles turning white. “What the fuck do you mean, body parts?”

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