Page 41 of Dishonored

Her gaze darted over his shoulder as though she were looking for someone to come inside. The man who’d driven her, maybe?

All he saw were her nerves.

She was nervous.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” she hissed.

“You can look at me when you talk to me,” he countered.

Green eyes met his with a blazing fire that threatened to burn him to the ground right where he fucking stood. Damn—this woman was something else.

“You need to leave,” Aria said firmly, “now.”

“No can do.” Caesar waved a finger in the general direction from which she had come. “I liked that set you were looking at, by the way. Don’t get the pink, though. Only innocent girls wear pink, and it might make me feel like you’re something else the first time I get to fuck you while you wear them.”

Aria’s mouth fell open briefly before she closed it fast with an audible snap. Her jaw stiffened before she squared her shoulders, and said, “That won’t be happening again.”

Caesar didn’t know …

“You sure about that?”

The two stared one another down.

Neither moved an inch.

“You have to go,” she finally said, her voice quieting. “Please.”

Caesar tipped his head to the side. “It’s not a good feeling to have someone blindside you, is it? I quite enjoyed this. I might keep showing up like this if you’re going to look like that every time I do it.”

“Caesar.”

“You sound the same, by the way. When you talk to me, and when I fuck you, I mean. It makes me hard as hell.”

Her gaze drifted lower.

Caesar smirked when she could in fact see the length of his erection pressing against his black slacks. Yeah, he wasn’t even ashamed.

“What is wrong with you?” Aria asked.

“A lot of things. Right now—you.”

“Me?”

“That’s what I said, donna.”

Aria wet her lips, and did that searching thing again. Like she was waiting for someone to come in and bust up their moment.

“Looking for your guard?”

Her gaze came back to him instantly. “It should be Nico, but he had other things to do.”

“Not what I asked.”

“Yes, I am waiting for him. No, you can’t be here when he comes in.”

“Why not?” he asked, honestly curious. “You can start a war with our family, but you can’t have a chat with one of us without a guard to watch you?”

“Exactly that, yes.”