Page 9 of Cruel Revenge

As my eyes skim the crowd, they land on her, and I freeze.

The devil is in the middle of the dance floor, the hem of her black dress creeping up the thighs I’ve thought of draping over my shoulders more than once.

Satan herself might be just the woman I need.

Getting her to agree to work with me is going to be like drawing teeth.

But I could always force her to play along. Make her my captive. Drag her down the aisle kicking and screaming if that’s what it takes.

And it just might.

She has never been an easy person to deal with, but she makes my blood run faster any time our paths cross, because I never know if we are finally going to fuck or kill each other.

I should kidnap her.

Maybe it’s better if I fuck her into submission.

Kidnap her.

Fuck her into submission.

As I start to weave through the crowd of bodies, the answer becomes clear.

I’m coming for you, Skyla Lynde.

Chapter Three

JOSHUA

Skyla’s wavyhair is still the color of milk chocolate, brushing against her collarbones. It looks great on her, but I’m sure it would look even better wrapped around my hand while I’m giving her back shots.

Smirking, I shove through the crowd, fingers grazing her hip and spinning her around to face me. “Marry me.”

She stops in her tracks, her easy smile falling and those bottle-green eyes turning as sharp as freshly broken glass. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

My gaze drops to the deep plunge of the neckline. It falls nearly to her belly button, showing off her sun-kissed skin.

When I meet her eyes again, she looks seconds away from throttling me.

I chuckle, fingers pressing deeper into her hip. “Marry me.”

“Oh, so youarefucking insane. Good to know. I was worried that someone had spiked my drink.” She smacks my hand away, eyesnarrowing and red-painted lips morphing into a deeper frown. “Keep your hands off me.”

“Or what? You’re going to send your brothers after me?” I keep my tone teasing as I hold up my palms and keep them where she can see them. “I just want to talk about a little business proposal.”

She scoffs, her arms crossing over her chest but doing little to hide how much that dress reveals. “I doubt that, considering you were the one who gave my family the big, old middle finger!”

I shrug, leaning closer to her, my mouth hovering near her ear to be heard above the music.

Damn, she smells like heaven. I can’t help but wonder if she tastes just as delicious.

But this is business.

“I need a wife, and from what I hear, things haven’t been going well for your family since the Rinaldos made a reappearance. This is a way to fix both of our problems.”

She laughs and shakes her head. “Not going to happen. You must have hit your head. Maybe you’re the one with the spiked drink.”

“Be reasonable.”

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