Page 223 of Hell Hath No Fury
“But you didn’t take it.”
“I don’t want to be a monster,” she says.
What an innocent angel. Precious. Desirable.
She looks up at me with those same doe-eyes she gave me when I first saw her, and something about them unfurls a deep-seated desire that I’d kept buried for a long time.
“But I want to thank you,” she mutters. “For bringing him here. For making him face what he did.”
“What I do will never be enough to fix what he broke,” I say, my fingers slowly twirling around her hair, desperate to touch her, even when I know I shouldn’t.
“You’ve already given me so much,” she says, licking her lips, drawing so much attention to those luscious lips of hers.
I tilt her chin with my finger and lean in. “You deserve so much more.”
And without a second thought, I press my lips on hers.
CHAPTER FIVE
Vincenzo
I can’t stop myself any longer. I must have her. Even if I know it’s wrong, even if I told myself I never would.
I never fall for the people I help. But I’ve never kissed one of them either. And definitely never someone so sweet and innocent … and kissable.
And good God, the moment my lips landed on hers, I knew I was in deep. Because fuck me, kissing her is as if sin itself has entered my veins. And now that I’ve had a taste, I want more, so much more.
But she suddenly pulls back and stares at me, confused.
Shame rolls through my body.
I shouldn’t have done that.
I told her she didn’t have to earn her keep, and I meant it.
But damn … I’ve wanted nothing more since I met her than to kiss those lips and make her body mine.
Her lips pout, and for a moment, it feels as though the earth has stopped revolving. Until she suddenly wraps her hands around my neck and smashes her lips on mine.
And fuck me, I’ve lost my will to fight my own conscience instantly.
Our kiss is heated and aggressive. I groan against her mouth and claim her lips like they’ve always belonged to me. My tongue dips out to break them open and force my way inside, licking the roof of her mouth.
She tastes like heaven and everything I’ve longed for.
But she’s here to be helped, not to be used.
“We should stop,” I mutter between kisses.
“Should we?” she murmurs.
I pull back to gaze at her swollen, red lips. “You don’t have to do this.”
She licks her lips, pressing up against me until my cock hardens against her thighs. “I know …”
When her hands slide down my chest, all the way across my abs, my cock throbs with need. And as her fingers land on my package, I grasp her wrist and say, “I meant it when I said I don’t need payment.”
She grins. “I remember … but I’m still grateful.”
