Page 35 of Stolen Vows

A hand curls around my biceps, halting my progression. Genevieve steps up, turning me to face her.

Our chests brush as I right my footing, and she loops one of the accent pieces of hair framing my face around her index finger. My breasts feel heavy and tight.

“You’re in the viewing room. Now, what’s in this for me?” Her eyes seem to glow, deep brown burning red as she looks down into mine.

“What do you want?”

“Well, we’ve already established that much.” She plucks at my bottom lip with her thumb and then slides her palm along my jaw. “I’m just curious if you taste as sweet as you look.”

Sweat slicks my palms, and I press them to the sides of my thighs as she leans in, tilting my head so it spins and spins and?—

“Do you often make a habit of kissing other people’s wives, Mrs. Deveraux?”

15

LEO

My dick gets incredibly hard the moment shock and fear register in Stella’s posture.

The beautiful brunette goes from nearly colliding with Genevieve one second to swerving her head so fast that it knocks her off-balance. She stumbles slightly, those doe eyes going wide and glassy as soon as she spots me by the door leading into the viewing room.

Her jaw drops, and I take a quick moment to rake my gaze down the length of her body.

She looks almost exactly the same as she did seven years ago, yet there are subtle differences. The slender curve of her cheeks hollowed out as she aged, and the soft flare of her hips are wider now than before, and obnoxious beneath her light-purple gown.

Back then, her hair was down. It spilled over her shoulders and rained in silken strands across her back, and I’ve dreamed every night of having it wrapped around my fist, tugging until she begged me to stop.

It’s up in some kind of bun now, but I wonder if it’s gotten longer or if she keeps it shorter to spite my fantasies. Maybe to spite her own.

“Wife?” Genevieve’s brows furrow, and then she snorts as she looks between us. “Wow, Leo, you’ve been holding out on me.”

“We operate on a need-to-know basis.” I keep my gaze on Stella. She doesn’t move a muscle.

“And you didn’t think I’d need to know you’remarriedto the woman you told me to lure here?”

My jaw tics. “I didn’t think it necessary, considering I asked you to do ajob, not seduce the target.”

Then again, the North American liaison to the Battestis—a Corsican crime family—has a reputation for being a massive flirt. I’m not sure why I didn’t specify, other than perhaps the fact that I was hoping to keep my little wife a secret for a bit longer.

“Look, your target was into it.” Genevieve shrugs, shifting away from Stella. “And it’s not likemyhusband gives a shit what I do or who I do it with.”

Rocking back on my heels, I still don’t look in her direction. “Sounds like a conversation you should have with him then.”

“What the hell is happening right now?” Stella glances between us, settling on Genevieve. “You work for him?”

A smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth when Stella finally speaks up. “Both fair questions. Perhaps we should delve into them without an audience?”

When I look at Genevieve, it’s only long enough to silently communicate the request for her departure.

Stella huffs. “I see no reason why I should be trapped in here, alone with you?—”

“Mrs. Deveraux,” I snap at Genevieve, irritation simmering in my gut with her continued presence, “see yourself out before I have you forcibly removed.”

She bristles. “No violence on estate property, De Tore, remember?”

My annoyance spikes further. Fucking socialites and their house rules. “Fine. I’ll wait to slit your throat until we’re outside the house gates.”

Genevieve rolls her eyes and moves to slide past Stella. But then she pauses, and I watch her gaze dart to the side, sizing me up before she quickly dives in. Fisting the back of Stella’s head, she drags my wife’s face to her own, and their lips collide in a brief open-mouthed kiss that sets my skin aflame in the worst way possible.

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