Page 216 of The Perfect Wrong


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“You made the right choice.”

“Damn right,” he says with a grin, stomping the gas when the light turns green. “I’ll take the woman who’s in love with a man who cares for her any day over a woman who only knows how to care about herself. I hope she’ll take my offer and check herself in while she’s there. Maybe one day, she’ll come to her senses.”

I nod vacantly.

It’s going to be a long road for us, let alone for Evangeline.

But for the first time in ages, there’s the faintest hope sparking.

Now I know there’s still more than one man alive who loves me—and I’m sure he’ll do everything in his power to hold me together until that other man comes home.

22

Merlot Moods (Chris)

Delia!

I’m running toward her on the warmest beach painted in pure sunshine, every last bit of me in flames.

I won’t behave.

I’m going to tumble her into the sand the instant she’s in my arms. It’s been too long.

The need to grab her, savor her, taste her, fuck her, feel her throbs in my blood.

Kissing this woman isn’t damn near enough.

I want to devour her with my all, the gravity of my soul, everything I can muster to keep myself sane when the fire in my blood crescendos.

Our lips are so close I’m aching to the bone.

Those honey-brown eyes flash with a smile that could put every Hollywood bombshell to shame.

“Goddammit, woman. You are fire,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers.

I’m fisting her hair now, tipping her head back for my mouth as she opens her lips, already moaning and so ready for me to claim what I’ve been missing for—

“Answer me, you lyingputa.”

I breathe, inhaling the stink of high-end tequila and blistering cologne.

Then my ribs explode.

Eladio stomps my chest so hard I almost slip back into the blackness.

The velvety curtain, where I’m far, far away from this fucking dungeon, still with her.

Except it isn’t real.

It isn’t the bone-crushing pain that makes me cringe when I open my eyes.

It’s looking at Lucifer incarnate, and after I’ve led his men around chasing their tails for days, he is fuckingpissed.

“I won’t hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?” he whispers darkly, baring his teeth as he slides an icy blade over my cheek.

“Yeah. You told me a hundred times. You—” I cut off, coughing, tasting something wet and metallic.Fuck.“You’d have done it by now if you had her.”

Even in the layers of shadows that make up my vision, his face glows hell-red.

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