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She intends it as a joke, but there's a hidden depth to the comment that speaks volumes about her past. Karina Alessepo grew up cold and lonely, too—frozen out by his blue family, starving for affection, and alone in a world she didn't belong in.
Did he even notice?
Probably not. Just like he hasn't noticed her dancing with a stranger in the middle of the dance floor. Cristo. He doesn't deserve her.
An idea flickers, an opportunity unfurling like the wings of a dark angel. I wanted to kill him, but death is easy. Dismantling his world brick by brick would be far more painful. She's the key, a way of destroying him from the inside.
He may be a prick, but I'm guessing the prick loves her regardless. His world would crumble if she fell in love with a motherfucker like me. It's cunning, it's cruel, and it's exactly what he deserves.
He took everything from me. Why not take everything from him, starting with her?
Claiming her wouldn't be a hardship on my part. Not in the least. She's fucking gorgeous, and she's sweet as hell. I never saw myself bringing a woman into my world. It's dark and violent and ugly. But for this one? To claim her light as my own?
Yeah, I could work with that.
And I'm honest enough with myself to admit that it's not entirely about her father, either. I want her. Even before I knew she was Alessepo's kid, my dick was hard for her. When you live like I do, mired in shadow, even the weakest rays of the sun are tempting. And she's a fiery blaze.
She's innocence incarnate, a captivating combination of unattainable and irresistible to a motherfucker like me. I shouldn't want her, but I do—a craving that gnaws at my restraint.
I came to kill. Instead, I'll conquer.
With a subtle yet possessive touch, I wrap my hand around her hip, tugging her closer to my body. "You aren't a civilian, Karina," I murmur, my voice low and seductive. "You're a rebel, remember?"
Her eyes light up, a delighted laugh spilling from her lips. "What? You thought I forgot?" She smirks, heat in her gray eyes. "I never forget how to be bad, Coda. Especially if it pisses him off."
Ah, goddamn. She wants bad? Wants to rebel? Those innocent words set off an explosion in my mind. A dangerous desire courses through me as I imagine all the ways we're going to piss off her father together.
She has no idea the abyss she's dancing on the edge of, or the demon dying to lead her even closer to it.
Her bright eyes swirl with mischief, hinting at depths I'm dying to explore. Just how bad can this innocent little thing be? I want to find out. Her lightness against my darkness…it's a hell of a juxtaposition.
My fucking cock aches in a way that has nothing to do with vendettas or revenge and everything to do with her and that sweet vanilla scent.
"You want to rebel and piss him off, Karina?"
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, her eyes flickering across my face. She hesitates for only a moment before she answers. "Yes."
"Why?" It's not my business, but I want to know.
Her eyes flash as she looks up at me. "To him, I'm just someone else to order around. I'm supposed to do exactly what he says whenever he says it. I'm over it, Coda."
Fuck him. She's no one's property, least of all his.
"Kiss me," I command. "Right here where your father can see you do it. Right here in front of everyone he works with. Show him that you don't bend to his will."
Frankly, I don't give a fuck if he sees us or not—I don't need his eyes on us right now for my plan to work. But I want her lips on mine. I want to know if she tastes as sweet as I imagine—if her lips are as soft as I believe. I'm going wild with the need to know right fucking now if she'll quiver in my arms when I kiss her or if she'll go wild for me.
She contemplates her options for a moment, considering. How badly does she want to piss her father off? How badly does she want to kiss me?
"I have a better idea," she whispers, the tip of her tongue skating across her bottom lip as those gray eyes tangle with mine. "Take me home with you."
I freeze, barely even daring to breathe. "You want to go home with me?"
She nods, no hesitation. "Yes, please."
Fuck. We're racing down a path of retribution and revenge built on the bones of the dead…a path her father constructed twenty-five years ago. And suddenly, I'm the one with reservations.
She's so fucking innocent, so trusting. Does she even know what she's asking? No. How can she? She doesn't know who I am or what I want. She's putting her safety in my hands without even understanding what she's doing.
