Page 43 of Heart of Stone (Dark Billionaires)

“Why? Why is this even here? What lunatic puts a two-way mirror into their own fucking bedroom?!”

“Before I moved in, this—my walk-in wardrobe—was just a normal bedroom. I converted it and put a door in between the rooms,” he gestured to the door next to the mirror he’d kept locked since she’d moved in. “Normally, I keep it transparent, but there’s a button I can press to turn it into a mirror and back again.”

Her eyes lingered on his, slowly making their way down to his tattooed chest. “Have you been watching me get changed?”

“No,” Warren took a step closer to her, “because you get changed in the bathroom after you shower. It was awfully disappointing to discover.”

“So youhavebeen watching me?”

“Obviously I’ve been watching you,” he admitted, backing her up against the mirror in question. The towel fell away. “You mumble in your sleep.”

Worry flared in her eyes. “What have I said?”

“I don’t know. It’s a mirror, not a microphone. And I had the cameras in the bedroom turned off weeks ago.”

Kate placed a hand against his chest. “There were cameras on me?”

He tilted her face up towards his. Thank fuck he had put cameras on her in those early days. If it hadn’t been for the cameras, he and Rhys would have never seen her on the brink of suicide. “Before I trusted you.”

She let out a little whimper at the feel of his cock pressing against her stomach. “Warren, you’re naked.”

He was aware. “Do you like the feeling of my cock against you, kitten?” He snaked his hand around the back of her neck and pulled until their bodies were flush, devouring her answer and her lips both.

“This isnotthe time!” she hissed, pushing away from him, her hand heavy on his chest. She huffed, apparently trying to regain her composure. It wouldn’t matter. He’d tear it from her as easily as breathing.

Something else tore it away before he had the chance.

Her jaw slackened, as did her lips, reddened by their furious kiss.

“What is that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Warren followed her line of sight, just to the left of where her palm was braced, landing squarely over his heart.

Fuck.

The little minimalist outline of a cat was the first tattoo he’d ever gotten. It perched between the extensive artwork on his chest, hiding in plain sight. From a distance, it was barely noticeable at all, but as close as she was…

“A cat,” Kate said. It wasn’t a question.

He swallowed, covering her small hand with his. “A kitten. So you would always be with me.” A little piece of the home he’d lost upon entering the prison gates.

Kate’s eyes were wide, sparkling with tears. Though her hand still rested on his chest, her arm was no longer braced against him. Instead, she came close, bringing her other hand up to join the first, until she was mere millimetres away from his favourite—and most treasured—tattoo.

He smiled when she kissed it, threading his fingers through her dark hair.

Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him downwards—although he wentmore thanwillingly.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned into the kiss, seizing her floral blouse in his hands and rending it in two. Buttons flew in all directions, scattering across the room. A few tinkled across the tiled bathroom floor. “Why do you think I want eyes on you at all times?”

“Warren!” Kate gasped, attempting to cover herself.

He wrenched her arms away with a sly grin, holding them both in one hand. “Don’t hide from me.” With his other hand, he pulled the straps of her bra from her shoulders and freed her breasts with a satisfied snarl. It almost drowned out her self-conscious gasp.

But nothing could eclipse the noise she made when his lips closed over her breast, sucking its cherry-red bud. Her hands came up to grasp the back of his head, holding him in place.

In a cruel movement, Warren raked his teeth over her puckered nipple. Kate flinched beneath his grasp, crying out his name, but he’d already switched to her other breast, beginning the process all over again.

Once again, she cried out at his teeth, a mixture of agony and ecstasy. “Yes!”

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