Page 93 of Craving Danger

The kiss is angry and wild. It creates a violent storm in my chest and fills me with a need to consume this woman.

I move an arm to her back, and yanking her to her feet, I squash her against my body as I continue to ravage her mouth.

Samantha brings her hands to my biceps, and she clings to me.

Our lips knead, our teeth tug, and our tongues memorize the taste of each other.

Not caring a flying fuck whether anyone can walk in on us, I lift her and sit her down on the edge of her desk. My mouth frees hers so I can pepper desperate kisses over her jaw and down her neck.

I hear her breaths explode from her before she lets out a soft moan that’s filled with desire.

When I push her knees apart, her hand slaps against my chest, and she tries to shove me backward.

“Wait,” she gasps.

Reluctantly, I pull away, and when our eyes meet, I realize I was going to fuck her on her desk.

I put more space between us, and we keep staring at each other as we catch our breath.

“I might be an asshole, but you can’t deny the connection we have,” I say, my voice hoarse from all the emotions. “I felt it in your kiss, and I see it in your eyes.”

Her cheeks are pink, and her lips swollen. She looks like a fucking goddess as she glares at me, and her voice is tense with anger. “I don’t care about the connection.”

I step closer to her again. “You do, or you wouldn’t have returned my kiss.”

“We come from different worlds,” she argues.

“That doesn’t change a fucking thing, Samantha,” I snap.

She darts off the desk, and jabbing her finger at my chest, she hisses, “It changes everything. Your world is dangerous and filled with crime. You’ll get me killed.”

“I won’t.” I grab hold of her hand and yank her against me. “I’ll protect you with my last breath. I’ve proven I can keep you safe.”

Her eyebrows draw together as some of her anger fizzles away. “You’re one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra.”

“Which means no one will touch a hair on your head.” I place my hands on either side of her neck and lean down until there’s only an inch between us. “I’ll burn New York City to the ground for you. Every ounce of power I possess will belong to you. There’s nowhere safer on this planet than by my side.”

Her eyes begin to shine with unshed tears. “You deceived me.”

My voice is soft as I promise, “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

Chapter 30

Samantha

Pulling away from Mr. Vitale, I switch off my computer.

When I grab my handbag from the bottom drawer, he asks, “Where are you going?”

“Home,” I mutter.

“It’s only ten-thirty.”

I let out a sigh as I look at him. “I’m going home so I can think about everything you said. Unless you want me to stay at work. In which case, you’ll wait longer to find out whether I’m sending you to hell or giving you a chance.”

He moves out of the way. “You can go home.”

“Thank you,” I mumble as I walk past him.

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