Page 50 of Virtue & Vengeance

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ZANDER

WHAT THE FUCK was I doing?

For the first time in my life, I was clueless about how to proceed. When it came to Eden, my wires were crossed.

I told her about the murder. I didn’t give her details like I had Dr. Dempson, but just the fact that I had told her was enormous.

What did it mean?

Trust.

It meant I trusted Eden, which made sense since I was an excellent judge of character. When it came to Eden, she was perfection.

Kind.

Non-judgmental.

And she cared about people.

She would keep my secret, of that I was sure.

Her fingers sifted through the hair at the back of my neck, and I shivered. Only for her would I do such a thing because the fact was, I wanted Eden. Of that I was positive. If I was never sure about another thing for the rest of my life, I was sure of her.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered when my lips skimmed her delicate collarbones.

Earlier in the night, when I first picked her up for the event, she had taken my breath away. The moment she opened the door, and I saw her standing there in the most beautiful dress that had ever been made, I could do nothing but stand there and stare.

Thankfully, I was able to get it together quick enough that she hadn’t noticed how completely shook I was, but without realizing I was doing it, I’d spent the night treating her like the delicious treat she was.

I wanted her to know she was beautiful when it had never mattered to me before if a woman knew I was attracted to her. My mouth had opened, and sweet words I’d never spoken before had spilled out.

At one point during the night, I considered taking her home and staying away, but once the champagne had glazed her eyes and she began giving me a look that all men knew well, I knew there was no way I could take her back to Kennedy’s condo.

I wanted her with me for the rest of the night, which made me feel even more out of my mind. I’d never had sex in my bed. I’d never even considered bringing a woman back to my place, and yet, there Eden was in my arms, moaning about how good my lips and hands felt all over her body.

I kissed every exposed inch of her skin, letting my tongue trace the neckline of her dress. Her flavor filled my mouth, a mixture of sweetness and something uniquely her. I pulled her closer, unable to get close enough and she sighed when I tugged down the top of her dress and captured a perfectly pink nipple between my teeth.

“Zander,” she whispered my name as her fingers dove deeper into my hair.

She held my face close to her body, obviously enjoying my mouth on her skin.

My cock throbbed inside my pants, begging me to make it quick, but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to savor every second with her in my arms.

Tasting her.

Feeling her.

Breathing her in.

“Fuck, angel, what are you doing to me?”

It was a good question. From the moment she stepped foot into Empire Sevens I was changing. I didn’t even know myself anymore.

Before she could respond, I captured her lips with mine and kissed her hard. Her sweet sounds of pleasure rushed into my mouth, and I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her.

Reaching down, I tugged her dress up before filling my palms with her ass and lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my hips, and her shoes fell from her feet dropping to the floor.

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