Page 32 of Revenge & Ruin

“Besides your sudden interest in the well-being of civilians?”

I take another sip of champagne to buy myself some time. “I know that you’re tracking us.”

He looks somewhat impressed by this. “Know thy enemy.”

“I’d like you to stop.”

“Got something to hide, Natali?” He smirks.

I lean forward slightly on the table, very aware of its effect on my chest in this dress. “I think it’s more fun to show you my secrets myself.”

I try not to grin too hard when Teo licks his lips in response.

He’s clearly still distracted, so I continue on. “If we go to war, both of us will lose. But if you continue to keep me and my brother under surveillance, I won’t be able to stop him next time.”

“And if I’d rather take my chances?” Teo’s hungry eyes finally meet mine.

“Then I suppose I’d have to give you what you want.”

Teo’s chest begins to rise and fall more aggressively than usual. “Give me your mother’s location?”

I smile sweetly. “Of course not, darling.”

“What else could I possibly want?”

I bite down on my lip again. “Me.”

9

TEO

Ipush Isabella backward through the restroom doors, stopping only to lock them behind us.

It’s only a minor delay, a few seconds at maximum, but it’s enough for the desire roaring within me to boil over once more.

Behind me, Isabella’s taunting voice goads me back to her. “I don’t think that will— mmph!”

I silence her with a kiss so fierce it has us both staggering backward. My hands are holding her face just so, locking her into my inescapable lust. Her perfect pink lips are massacred by my sheer desire to consume her whole.

I use the movement to keep us traveling backward until I have her pressed into the wall, caged beneath my chest.

As far as restrooms go, this is by far one of the most high-end one I’ve ever seen. A chandelier glimmers above us, casting a warm light over the white tiles and mahogany wall features, making everything feel just that little bit more expensive.

But a restroom is still a restroom, and there’s something about capturing Isabella’s mouth in mine and licking across her bottom lip that feels dirty because we are here.

Despite the champagne and the Michelin star and that fuckingdress,I can make her just as cheap as the rest of us.

It’s satisfying in a carnal kind of way, as if by stripping her of her dignity, I can somehow control her and control this devastating feeling of pure desire.

Isabella moans as I hitch her leg up to my waist. The feeling of her bare skin turns what was supposed to be a gentle caress of my hand into claws.

But everything I give her, she takes and returns. Her fingers lace into my hair, and she pulls hard. I withdraw from her mouth only long enough to begin attacking her neck.

Her smooth skin feels so fucking tantalizing. It’s not fair that she’s this fucking perfect.

I’m suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to make her imperfect.

“Fuck!” she gasps as my teeth graze a particularly perfect spot at the base of her neck, sucking and biting and licking until I’m sure I’ve left my mark.

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