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“Ask me why I’m here.” He fisted the hair at my crown and tugged until my head rested on his shoulder.
It was the sweetest pain. “Why?”
We were a sight to behold in the mirror. Me, naked with fire in my eyes. Zeno, fully clothed and proving once more why he was the master to my marionette.
“Since you refuse to answer my calls, I came here to tell you to pack your shit. François will be over at your place this week to help you move into the De la Croix estate. We’ll be living there after our nuptials.” His teeth grazed my pulse point like a caveat, demanding I obey him. “I also have something for you.”
“What is it?”
“Un cadeau.”
Zeno angled my face towards him.
I dodged the kiss.
The temperature in the fitting room chilled with my rebuttal.
“Don’t kiss me,” I rushed out breathlessly, my eyes devouring his transforming expression. “I don’t want you to kiss me ever again.”
He flashed a wry smirk in the mirror.
Zeno didn’t say anything with words but he roughly shoved my face away like I was a mere toy he’d gotten bored with. My pride shook at being discarded, forgotten, fooled.
He unbuttoned his suit jacket and dug inside for what I presumed was my gift. When he pressed his thick ridge against my ass, rolling once, I closed my eyes on a soft prayer.
Until I heard the unmistakable sound of a cocking gun.
My eyes flew open just in time for Zeno to wrap a hand around my throat.
The barrel of a gold gun pressed under my chin, redirecting my gaze towards him in the mirror.
My breath hitched…and my core slicked with more arousal.
Zeno stared at the score of emotions steamrolling over my face.
Surprise. Fear. Excitement.
“Do you like it?” His words poured like gasoline over my veins and he ignited the match with a rough bite to my earlobe. “It even has your name engraved.”
Mon Angewas written in cursive along the surface of the weapon.
“I-Is it loaded?” My voice trembled, and not from worry.
Zeno shuffled my dark desires like a deck of cards and pulled out an ace at every turn.
“And if it is?” he taunted low. “Would you like that?”
“I’d like to shoot you with it.” I was obviously kidding.
Zeno chuckled and it had the same effect as an uncoiling whip snapping against the back of my thighs. Rough, hard, and titillating. He skimmed his nose against my cheek. “The chamber’s empty. I’d never allow anyone this close to you with a loaded gun, unless they had a death wish.”
Oh, God.
There was no such thing as catching a break with this man. I felt pulled in every direction, spellbound under his protective and swoon-worthy words. “How chivalrous.”
“You mean romantic.” He sucked my earlobe in his mouth with a sinister smile. “I can besoromantic…if you just let me, baby.”
“And what will you do if I let you?”
