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Powerful, alluring, all-consuming. The very air in this small corridor swings from chilled to scorching in a nanosecond.
I swallow thickly and peer around the edge of his arm.
And he’s not alone.
Marco stands beside him and in the red splash of light, he appears more than just a little terrifying. Even through the darkness of the corridor I can’t help but stare at him and Alaric. I mean it’s not pitch black. I can still see the outline of their bodies, the flat lines of their mouths and most importantly the way their jackets bulge with weapons.
And all that means is they can also see me.
I scowl in the face of my captors and peg the man with the slash through his brow with a look that screams a fat fuck you.
Both advance on me and I am forced to retreat. Marco steps in and I have my back firmly against a wall and my legs spread wide over a thick thigh. Not for nothing here, but I’m starting to sense a pattern with mobsters and walls.
Marco slaps a hand against the paneling beside my head when I look that way searching for an escape route. “You move fast.” His lips brush the side of my cheek. I don’t mean to do it, but my hands go to the sides of his leather coat. Buttery soft. I inhale and oh…he smells good. Like trouble wrapped in irresistible sugar.
Alaric comes in and helps his friend by blocking my path to the right while Marco’s thick arm acts like a bar on a cage to my left.
I tend to wear my long hair loose. A fact Alaric appreciates it seems. He slips his fingers through the thickness and lets it fall back in place only to repeat the process. “I’m told you have something I should retrieve.” He tips my chin upward. Like this, he could either drive a blade into my throat or kiss me.
My eyes flick to his.
Deflecting is my best option.
I force a smile. “I would move faster if you would get out of my way.” Play it cool, I tell my nerves.
Marco’s smirk is almost hidden in the darkness.
“Where is your third partner? Disposing of a corpse, I presume.”
Marco slides his weight into me and the cold in my bones melts away. My God, I thought having Ryth’s heat melding to mine felt nice. My breath shudders and not for the first time tonight massively dirty thoughts skitter across my mind.
“I can see why Ryth took his time with you back at the penthouse. Fucker wanted you all to himself.” He traces the tip of his nose up my cheek until our lips are level.
His kiss is fierce, hot, and undeniably possessive. He sweeps in and demands I open for him and it’s embarrassing how fast I give in. I don’t even put up a fight.
Thank God neither of them can see the fierce blush blanketing my face right now.
Bad, Nyx. Get your head out of the gutter. That I have to tell myself to get a grip is a good sign I need mental help. Marco is a killer, for God’s sake. I do not need to be lusting after one, much less three.
He misreads my shudder, but I don’t correct him.
“You’re cold,” Marco states flatly like he didn’t just steal my soul through a kiss.
I slap my open palms against his chest and push, but he only gives a low rumble of laughter at my efforts.
“No, I’m scared,” I grit between clenched teeth. “Just let me go and you will never hear from me again.”
And I’m not lying. The three Lords will be hearing from the cops, the FEDS, and the DEA most likely. Maybe a few other acronymed agencies, too. But not me.
Alaric shifts in the darkness and suddenly I am surrounded by his heat and his fresh, masculine scent when he drapes his suit jacket over my shoulders.
“You two are killers. Get away from me. My friends know I’m here. And they will be coming in here for a break soon. You should leave.”
Marco sighs and pushes his fingers through his dark hair, but it’s Alaric who speaks.
“Be careful of what you presume, little girl. You don’t know anything. And your so-called friends don’t give a shit about you, or they wouldn’t have pointed us back here in the first place. All I had to do was ask nicely.”
Damn. Burn.
