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He peels out of the lot and we don’t speak in the tense fifteen minutes it takes to get to Verus.
He pulls up to the curb and climbs out to open my door but I’m already halfway up the stairs. Julian must have seen me racing through the restaurant and has the elevator called by the time I reach him. I’m boxed in, the mirrors reflecting my crazed expression and the sultry music taunting my mind as we descend into the depths of depravity.
The doors part and I race through the storeroom, my gun clanging against the counter as I all but throw it and my phone down for the receptionist to lock up.
I want to punch the bouncer who frisks me, scream at him for wasting precious seconds, but I close my eyes and pray to her God that she isn’t up there already. “Fuck.” What if she’s naked?
I’m waved through and I rush into the casino, ignoring the few people who try to greet me as I make my way to the oak doors. I enter the sex club and Sutton spots me instantly, a smug smile lifting her lips.
Before I can speak, she points to the crimson curtain that cordons off the dressing rooms in the back. “She’s in room five.” I don’t miss her chuckle as I sprint away, but I don’t stop to give her shit about the note. I’m too relieved to care—there’s still time to stop Kyra.
I don’t bother knocking, and Kyra lets out a shocked gasp as I burst in, eyes wild and hair mussed from all the times I ran my hand through it on the drive over.
“Leo,” she starts, coming over to me in a plush robe that teases at whatever heavenly thing she’s wearing underneath.
I don’t know if I can survive seeing it. Just her black stilettos have me on the brink of a murder spree. My resolve wavers as I picture the heels digging into my ass while I pound into her tight virgin cunt. Get a grip, asshole. Her red lipstick pulls me deeper, her thick lashes and dark eyeliner framing her bright eyes. The image twists into one where my hand starves her of air and those golden eyes plead with me as she clenches around my length.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her worried face tilting up and a gentle hand finding my chest.
Her touch wipes out the fantasy, and in the next instant, I have my hand gripped so tightly around her wrist, I know it’ll bruise.
She winces but, to her credit, she doesn’t pull away.
“You must be fucking delusional if you think I’m letting you take a single step outside that door.”
“I’m going up there”—she shrugs casually, as if we’re debating dinner plans—“and you can’t stop me.”
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with, little girl,” I growl, desperately trying to contain the fiery haze forcing its way into my head.
She rips her hand from my grasp. “I’m not going up there alone.”
I throw my hands out. “Then who the fuck am I killing, Kyra?” I shout, a dark laugh leaving my lips. “Because no one, not a single soul, is touching your body.”
“I don’t think you want to kill yourself.”
“What?”
She smirks. “You’re the one who’ll be touching my body.”
“Not a chance in hell.”
Her chin dips and disappointment washes over her face. “You don’t want to touch me?”
“No!” I half shout, and her shoulders fall as she pulls the sides of her robe tighter, like a protective barrier.
She steps back, but I only follow, lifting a hand to thumb her juicy bottom lip.
“You have it all wrong, dolcezza.” I trace a path down, splaying my fingers on her elegant neck and skillfully preventing her escape. “If I’m allowed to explore your flesh, I’ll never stop. My hands will tease you, and pleasure you. But they’ll also hurt you. Scar you. Mark you as mine.”
She inhales sharply.
“You’ll never be free of me.” My hand delves into her silky hair and I pull, slowly exposing her throat. I lean down and press an open-mouthed kiss just under her jaw, speaking my next words against her soft skin. “If I touch you the way I want to, I’ll ruin you.”
The words are as much for her as they are for me. I pull back, cupping her cheeks as my chest tightens painfully. “I’m not the man for you. Someone like me shouldn’t be within a hundred miles of someone as pure and perfect as you.”
My arms drop and I stare at my palms, upturned between us. “If you knew what these hands have done…” My brows knit together as a series of bloody images fly unbidden through my head. She reaches for my hands, but I jerk them back.
“I don’t want to be perfect, Leo.” I look up and find her shaking her head angrily, blinking away threatening tears. “I just want to be yours.”
