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He dips his head closer and inhales deeply, shocking me by dragging his tongue the length of my face before hissing, “You even taste of revenge.”
“I’m sorry, I…”
My foolish words leave unchecked, and before I know what is happening, he silences me with his lips. However, this is no gentle kiss. This is brutal. A promise and a declaration of war. This kiss damns your soul to hell because it’s rough, painful and damaging. I can taste my own blood as it fills my mouth, and the pain is only chased away by the fear in my heart. This is not a kiss of desire, its retribution.
CHAPTER4
DOM
It’s like watching pain stand before me in human form and there are no meds to help me. I wasn’t prepared for the extent of the emotion that gripped hold of my heart the minute I saw her. Unlike Diana, though, this incarnation has none of her hard edges and that is what I’m struggling to deal with. I want to tear her clothes off and fuck her senseless before pushing the barrel of my gun into her mouth and blowing her to hell. I’m unsure how to deal with the feelings she has created and as soon as she opened that pretty little mouth, there would only be one possible outcome.
I craved a taste; had a desperate need for it. It’s as if I was back home with the woman herself as I tried to sate a thirst that has never left me. Diana Corlietti was the first and last woman I have ever loved, and I have vowed to end her life in the most brutal way. The fact she has a substitute in her place right now is interesting, but it will never be enough all the time the woman herself still breathes oxygen in the same world as me.
The woman crushed against the wall ceases to exist. She has manifested into the darkest revenge, and I am blinded to her rights and even her existence. I will strip everything from her before using her to crush her sister, and I will enjoy every fucking minute of it.
I won’t do what’s right. I never have, and I offer her no regard as I punish her mouth so cruelly for daring to speak at all. This woman will experience the full extent of my anger, and nothing can save her now.
When I pull back, I wipe her blood from my mouth and grabbing hold of her wrist hard; I pull her along with me with a purpose I haven’t felt for quite some time now. I have no emotion inside me but revenge, and if she believes compassion exists alongside it, she is laughably mistaken.
The party may as well be over because I will not be revisiting it tonight. My men will ensure the guests have a good time before parting with their hard-earned money in an auction that will bring millions to my chosen charities. They are my smokescreen of respectability, allowing me to exist in a town that takes no prisoners because Vegas was crafted from insanity, which is why I fit in so well.
We reach the chamber and if this woman believes she’s getting out of here anytime soon, she will be disappointed because she is about to learn the repercussions of her foolish visit to my home, and I am blinded by anything other than rage right now.
I open the door and pull her roughly into the room and her gasp of shock tells me she’s seen exactly what happens to anyone who betrays me, because chained to the wall is the man who let me down so badly this evening.
With no word to either of them, I fling her hard against the stone-cold wall and cuff her without care, noting her shivering body in the flimsy dress that does nothing to disguise her soft curves and the stirring in my pants reminds me how much I always desired her sister. This womanisDiana in my mind right now and as I step back, I cast my eye over the length of her and sneer.
“Tell me your name.”
The panic in her eyes amuses me as she stutters, “Flora, um, Corlietti.”
I glance at my soldier chained beside her and sneer.
“This woman is the reason you’re here, Eddie.”
He nods, resigned to his mistake, and the startled surprise on Flora’s face gives me a moment’s pleasure.
“Why?” Her soft breathless question is like balm on a sting, reminding me of the power a woman holds over a man. Soft, seductive and painfully addictive. I always craved that in her sister, and it appears Flora is no exception, because I have an overwhelming urge to release her from captivity and take her to my bed instead.
To crush this desire, I must give my anger free rain and in a sudden move, I power my fist into Eddie’s chest, causing Flora to scream in startled surprise.
“Stop! Oh my God. What are you doing?”
Eddie’s grunt of pain is his only reaction because he knows he won’t escape his punishment and will suffer it like the fool he is.
I answer her in a dark, even tone. “Eddie knows I have a vendetta against your sister. The sight of your name on the guest list should have been reported at once.”
“My sister—Diana?”
At the sound of her name, I smash my fist against Eddie’s jaw, the sound of bone breaking making a satisfying sound in the room.
“Please stop.” Flora’s confused sob is a pleasure and I growl, “Why the fuck should I?”
“It’s not his fault you’re pissed at my sister.”
In a moment’s bravery, her furious voice bounces off the walls of the chamber, which impresses me a little. Like her sister, she has fire inside that sweet soft package and that interests me way more than the addictive fragility of the outside.
I turn my attention to her and love how she cowers under my murderous glare, and yet she tilts her face bravely toward me and says tightly, “Let him go. Let usbothgo because we are not the person you want.”
