Page 3 of Devour
I shake my head, as if trying to break the spell is masculine presence cast over me. I really shouldn’t be ogling my potential boss.
He lifts the cigar to his mouth and takes a slow drag, filling the space with rich smoke and unspoken threats.
The cigar hits the edge of a crystal tray with a soft clink, and it left to smolder. He turns to face me, his gaze locking onto mine—those eyes, the same shade of blue as Noah’s. The face… an exact replica. I gasp, eyes wide, as realization crashes over me.
Luca.
The last person I ever expected to see again. Older now. Harder. The soft edges I remember are gone, replaced by a chiseled jaw, a broad chest straining beneath an expensive grey suit.
His brown hair is shorter than I remember, shaved close at the sides and slicked back, but it doesn’t make him any less sinful. He looks like alpha male perfection. The kind of man who knows exactly how to corrupt you.
He looks like a man who chews nails for candy. Lust and power radiate from him as his eyes slowly travel down my body. Desires I thought were long buried shot through my spine.
My breathing hitches, my nipples tighten, poking against my bra, and I swallow down my distress along with my treacherous body.
I blame it on my dry spell. I haven't had sex with anyone since Noah. In fact, he’s the only one I’ve ever been with.
His mouth curves not into a smile, but something darker.My hand tightens around the straps of my bag, and I pray—
I pray he doesn’t recognize me. I’m no longer the girl full of life and dreams. I must look worn, with dark circles under my eyes from countless sleepless nights by Noah’s hospital bed.But I’m wrong.
“Kitten,” he murmurs, voice like gravel wrapped in silk.
“You came crawling back.”
I swallow thickly and try to speak. There’s no point in lying or pretending he’s mistaken me for someone else. The look in his eyes says it all.
“I didn’t… I didn’t know this was your company,” I manage, my voice a ghost of sound. My knees go weak and not just from the heels.I hate how breathless I sound.His lips curve into something dangerous.
“How convenient.”
He closes the distance in two slow steps, the scent of spice, smoke, and something darker wrapping around me. His hand lifts. Not rough, but there’s no gentleness either. Two fingers tilt my chin up.
My breath catches as our eyes lock. Those piercing blue eyes burn through me like they see everything. Every lie. Every scar. Every secret.
“I’ll leave,” I whisper, trying to step back. “And you’ll never hear from me again.”
His laugh is low, mean.
“You don’t get to give me orders, kitten.”
He leans in, his mouth grazing my ear, breath hot and furious.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want. Right now, if I wanted to bend you over this desk and fuck the brains out of your pretty little head, I could.”
I shudder, I feel warmth drench my panties, o god, I can’t be horny from his crude words, what is wrong with me.
“You can scream if you like,” he adds, with cruel amusement in his voice. “It will only get your mouth stuff and your throat sore.”
My chest rises and falls with panic. “What… What do you want with me?”
“What do you think happens when a kitten wanders into a lion’s den?”
His mouth brushed my ear again; the feeling sent another jolt of longing through my body. I squeeze my eyes shut, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag as I swallow the lump in my throat, thick and dry like cotton.
I just want to get the hell out of here.
“She gets fucking devoured.”
