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“You won’t shoot me,” I say confidently.

“No, but there are other ways to break someone.” His lips are a heated breath away from mine, and my thighs clench in anticipation. I could scream at myself with the frustration I am feeling.Why can Inotpull free of this man?

“I will pick you up at eight. Don’t be late.” He kisses me, the gun still under my jaw as his tongue demands mine. My body leans into him as if this last week away from him was more a curse than a blessing. I pull away, yanking myself free of his magnetism.

Fuck, I hate that he knows everything I like.

He chuckles. “And don’t worry, princess. I have your new address.”

Crue turns to Matteo. “Good luck with the court case. I hope it buys you a few more days of freedom.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Matteo throws his hands in the air, and I pin him with a stare. Why is this kid so fucking dense? Does he really not understand when a predator has him cornered?

Maybe I should ask myself the same question.

Well, fuck.

Looks like I’m getting dressed up for an event after all.

CHAPTER42

Rya

Beautiful.

That’s the word I would use to describe the dress and minor details that hug the shape of my body. It infuriates me to acknowledge Crue has good taste.

I’m late.Again. Purposefully.

I step out of the elevator and through the hotel lobby. Numerous gazes are on me as I hold my head high and walk toward the man that most cautiously avoid. He’s in a black suit with a black dress shirt beneath. His gaze rakes from my heels up until those molten brown eyes collide with mine. Crue licks his lips and looks like he’s ready to devour me right here, right now, and damn the consequences.

But instead, he says, “You’re late.”

“And you’re insufferable.”

His tension relieves slightly when he drops his shoulders as a devastating smile slowly spreads on his lips. I’m certain I am the only one who can be late and manage a smile from this man. No matter how cruel and cunning it is.

He holds out his elbow.

I ignore it and step toward his men. “So, where are we going?” I don’t even have to see to know he’s watching me. “Crue, stop staring at my ass. This is not that type of night.”

I hear his chuckle from behind me. Crue’s hand reaches around my stomach, pulls me into him, and his breath is hot against my neck. “But isn’t it always that type of night?”

“Not for you and me anymore.” I push away, trying my hardest to hold my cold, hard expression. One I have honed for years in the court room. No matter how much my body hungers for him, if I sleep with Crue again, I might as well be admitting my own defeat.

One of his men opens the back door for me, but I open the front passenger door and slide in that seat instead. The three men look between one another, stiffening.

“It’s fine,” Crue insists. When the driver-side door opens, Crue climbs in, and a cold shiver runs down my spine.

“What?” I turn around to see his two bulky men now sitting in the back.

Crue’s hand grips my leg through the revealing slit. “Don’t test me tonight, princess,” Crue warns.

“Don’t get your alpha asshole shit on with me tonight,” I throw back.

He stares at my lips, his grip tightening on the steering wheel, turning his fingers white. “Those filthy lips.”

I look away and out the window. The problem is that I can’t do anything to resist that look, or him, and even his grip on my thigh is a slow-burning torture, but I pretend to be unfazed by it.

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