Page 7 of Clash Of Worlds

My family, my men, would be appalled at me marrying outside the family lines. If marriage ever did come up. Again, she spoke the truth when we were talking about relationships.

“Trevor,” she whispered as we finally broke apart, our chests heaving as if we both ran miles rather than just sharing an earth-shattering kiss.

“Say it again?”

“What, Trevor?”

I shook even more in her arms, causing her plump lips to lift into a smirk.

“I’ve had many people say my name over the years, Lucia, but none have ever said it like that. None have ever made me feel what you just did.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

I eyed her for we both knew our roles rather too well. However, when she moved to step out of my embrace, I only tightened my arms. Every damn cell in my body knew she had to leave, that I had to let her go. But my arms refused to even move in that.

“This is bad, isn’t it?” I whispered, dipping my head to run my nose along the side of her neck, inhaling her scent. A soft, sweet smell of roses and jasmine that had my dick aching even more. Hell, I needed relief and soon.

“Well, I do suppose it is. But,” she whimpered as my teeth scraped over her pulse point.

“Do go on, you siren.”

“I’m pretty far from a virgin and even my father knows that. I know who you are, Trevor. Even better, I know what you are. Why fight the attraction when you have my blessing.”

My hand entangled in her hair, wrapping her midnight locks around my hand, and I yanked her head back, enjoying the gasp she released and the flare of heat in her eyes.

“You’re okay if I screwed you in another room and then parted ways with you, Lucia? You’d be happy with that?”

“Happy, no. But if we both got what we wanted, I don’t see the problem.”

“Fucking siren,” I muttered, before taking her lips once again, this time, I felt the ground shake under my feet.

Lucia

I was drowning in his arms and there was no place else I wanted to be.

But I did lie.

Sure, I wasn’t a virgin and my dad did know. But if I screwed this man like I wanted to do tonight, here, in a dark corner or some unknown room, my father would mutilate this man. I wouldn’t dare have that on my conscience.

Nor the start of a war.

Did that stop me from clutching him tighter as he gave me a bruising kiss?

Nope.

In fact, as the world shook around me, I clung onto him even more.

Finally, he broke the kiss, only to hug me as tight as he could.

Within the next second, I felt the blast of wood splintering at my back and then being hauled to the ground with Trevor on top of me.

“What the fuck was that?” Trevor yelled to someone, but I sure couldn’t make out any guys.

“Trevor, boss, where are you?”

“To your right, O’Malley. How did a bomb go off?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, starting to hear the screams from others.

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