Page 65 of Rush and Ruin


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He spoke those words the day we first met on my father’s private island. I was recalling them the night of my birthday party just before that giant wave took me under.

“What are you running from, Edier? What are you trying to forget?”

“From everything you’re not,Mi Cielo, and the more I put my hands on you, the more I drag you back there with me.” His twisted smile gives me another glimpse of the killer inside, but it doesn’t frighten me like it did when I was eighteen.

He said ‘back’.

Not down.

“Are you talking about your past?”

He presses his lips to mine, but the kiss doesn’t feel complete. He’s pulling away before I’ve even tasted him. “When I was a boy, my father would send dresses to the women of his enemies laced in poison. It was his way of declaring war.”

It’s the first time he’s ever mentioned his life before he was adopted, but it’s not a sweet reminisce. He’s giving me a taste of his hell.

“Did these women die?” I say quietly.

“Some.” Dropping his hands from my face, he reaches around to switch the shower off. “It was my job to oversee the delivery and sneak into the houses to watch. I took pictures as the women lay there, gasping for breath.”

“Edier…”

“Don’t.” He shoots me a warning look. “I don’t want your fucking pity.”

“The same way I never wanted yours.” He can glare at me all he wants, but he knows I’m right. “You think someone from Colombia did this to me tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Shit.”

“Stop cursing,” he snaps. “It doesn’t suit you. I corrupted you.”

“You didn’t corrupt me enough.” I offer him a weak smile which seems to loosen his scowl. “And don’t change the subject.”

“I need to.” His dark gaze skims over me. “You’re standing there naked, and I’m still hard from earlier.”

“You walked away,” I accuse. “You were rude and cruel. Don’t think I’ve forgiven you, even if you did just save my life.”

“Good girl gone bad,” he says huskily, repeating his words from earlier, backing me up against the side of the shower cubicle, and then frowning at my wince. “Are you hurting?”

“We don’t talk about my health, remember?”

“That was a one-night deal.”

“It’s an ‘every night deal’ with us. I’m switching up the rule. You don’t get to ask me about that, and I don’t get to ask you how many people you’ve murdered.”

He chuckles—a deep, wicked, and enthralling sound. “Will you knee me in the nuts again if I break it?”

Damn him.

His lethal charm is seldom used but when he unleashes it, he’s the grand master. He’s melting my resolve and sparking heat between my legs already.

“I can do worse than that.” I tilt my head to bring my mouth in line with his once more. “This is your one and only warning, Grayson.”

“Consider me warned.”

I’m mesmerized by the golden flecks in his dark irises as he leans in closer, our lips hovering millimeters apart. “The more you push me away, the stronger I become… So, try it again, I dare you.”

He growls and grinds his erection into my stomach, looming over me like the beautifully broken shadow that he is. “Do you have any idea how much of a fucking queen that makes you? You rise to every blow, every challenge. You refuse to give up on something that’s best left in a better place.”

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