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So instead of saying anything, I let my eyes do the work for me, running them up her mouth-watering body, taking in the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, the fullness of her breasts and her hard, rosy nipples. My cock aches behind my trousers, my desperation for her causing precum to bead at the tip.

It’s not until my eyes climb to her shoulder that she reacts and tries to hide away from me.

“No,” I bark, making her flinch. “Every single inch of you is beautiful, Brianna Andrews. Never, ever hide anything from me. Especially the reminder of just how fucking close I came to losing you.”

“It’s ugly,” she confesses weakly, dropping her eyes to the floor.

“Bullshit,” I spit, reaching out and taking her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look up at me. “The only ugly thing here is me, my temper, my darkness.”

She starts to shake her head, but I have no desire to hear whatever she might have to say in response to that, whether it be the truth or an attempt to argue with me. So I do the only thing I can think of to stop her coming back at me, and I slam my lips down on hers.

She remains motionless for a few seconds as I kiss her and my heart rate kicks up as I consider the fact that she might have changed her mind about asking me to wash the blood off her.

But the second I growl, “Give in, Siren,” her resolve shatters, her lips part, and her tongue hungrily seeks out mine.

A deep groan of satisfaction rumbles in my throat as her taste explodes in my mouth.

I step forward, needing to feel her curves against the hardness of my body, and she gasps when I press her back against the counter.

“Nico,” she moans when I pull back a little to catch my breath, and fuck if I don’t almost come in my pants.

“Undress me, Siren. I need to feel you against me. Nothing between us,” I demand before reclaiming her lips.

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BRIANNA

My hands move of their own accord, tucking under the lapels of Nico’s jacket and pushing it from his shoulders.

Thanks to the eye-wateringly expensive fabric, the second he lowers his arms, it slides free, pooling at his feet.

I pull his tie free next before making quick work of the buttons running down the front of his body.

His face is fucked up, his knuckles are busted, and every inch of skin not covered in his expensive suit is speckled with blood and dirt, but it doesn’t deter me from taking what I need. It does the opposite, in fact.

Knowing what him and the others have potentially done tonight should turn me off. But then I think about what I’ve done and quickly push it aside.

I’ve spent all my adult life reading books about men who go out there and fight for what they believe in—whether it be right or wrong—and then come home and claim their women like cavemen and right now, I am fucking here for it. Anything that will stop the memory of me slamming the neck of that bottle into that guy’s throat that has been constantly on repeat in my head since the moment it happened.

His shirt hits the floor, exposing his sculpted torso for me. Or at least it would, if I actually opened my eyes to look. But I can’t. I’m too lost in his kiss, in the escape from the nightmare that tonight turned into that he silently promises me.

Our kiss falters when my fingers brush the skin above his waistband and he flinches, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Don’t stop,” he begs.

His voice sounds totally different from when he first brought me in here. It’s softer, more… vulnerable. My heart tumbles the second it hits my ears.

“I need you, babe. So fucking bad.”

Ripping his fly open, I shove his trousers and boxers over his hips. His hard cock immediately springs free, pressing against my stomach.

I reach for him as he begins toeing his shoes off and trying to kick his clothing free.

The second my fingers wrap around his shaft, he stills, barking out a loud, “Fuck.”

He stares at me with wide, dark, desperate eyes, and I just stand there holding him with my chest heaving, my entire body aching for him.

Without saying a word, silent promises pass between us, ones that I don’t want to accept but equally lap up at the same time.

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