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Lazarus
“You’re a real problem for me, redhead.”
She said nothing as I stalked forward, just stood there looking like perfection and sin. Her wide brown eyes shone almost black in the wash of the building’s light.
“Did you hear what I said?” I questioned, stopping right in front of her.
“I heard.”
“And you’re what…just going to let me suffer?”
“Why not?” she answered. “We all suffer. Why should you be any different?”
“Ouch,” I murmured, and lifted my hand.
She flinched for a second before she caught herself. Still, I caught the movement.Kat VanHalen, billionaire heiress, flinches when someone raises a hand.Something inside me clenched. I didn’t like that…didn’t like it at all. I didn’t like that she was with that asshole. I didn’t like the look of him, didn’t like that he was here.
Rich pretty-boys shouldn’t come here. I licked my lips and drank in the glint of her eyes. Nor should women like Kat. She should be safe at home, not here amongst men like me.
“You want me to suffer, princess?” I repeated, and lowered my hand. “How about I keep replaying last night over in my head. But I’m thinking I’m not the only one who took enjoyment from that.”
“You’re wrong,” she answered coldly.
I just smiled. “Wrong, huh?” There was nothingwrongabout being turned on and webothknew she had been. “I don’t think so, princess. I know you felt something last night. If that’s the case, then why the fuck are you with that goddamn loser?”
She blanched at the words, and the spark in her eyes dulled.
“You love that fucking joker?” I growled, hating the desperate edge in my tone.
She didn’t answer, which only incensed me more. I couldn’t stop the need in me, couldn’t douse the flames. “Tell me and I’ll back the fuck off. Tell me you fucking love him…or do you just like being treated like that? Is that it, you like being used, princess?”
Fuck me, I hated the thought of that, but I hated not having her even more.
Let it be me.
Anything she needed.
However it burned.
But she didn’t answer, just looked at me as the stars in her eyes died.
She turned, lowered her gaze, and strode away, the sound of her heels like the racking of a shotgun.You fucking idiot!The words howled in my head as she strode through the doors of the apartment building and disappeared. I licked my lips and considered another cigarette. Christ, I felt so off balance around her, like I didn’t know how to behave.
Do I go after her…?
Or do I just walk away?
The thought of that…of never knowing how her lips tasted…or how she felt wrapped around my cock, made an inferno rage inside me. “Fuck it,” I growled, and went after her.
“Rossi.”
I jerked my gaze toward the voice as Bruno Bernardi strode toward me. “Bernardi.”
He lifted his gaze to the sound of the party. “So, Marco’s out,” he said, his thick Irish accent making me fucking focus. “I can’t wait for the asshole to start his shit.”
“Just like last time,” I muttered.
“Fucking A,” he sighed, and pushed ahead, forcing the automatic doors to open.
