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But the moment doesn’t last, as nothing else does. His climax throws me into one of my own, and I remember it all. The betrayal. The pain. The hate.

I roll off him, needing distance. But he doesn’t allow it. Instead, he envelops me with his arm and tucks me tightly against his side. And I let him, telling myself there’s no point in fighting it yet unable to deny that his warmth and strength stir something inside me.

Completely unaware of my inner turmoil, he kisses the top of my head. “I’m hungry. Your sexual demands are draining me.”

“My demands!” I cry out in mock outrage. “You don’t even let me go two hours without mauling me.”

He laughs. “Keep whining and I’ll give you even less of a break.”

“Should we go somewhere? We’ve been trapped long enough.”

Grazing the skin of my hip with his fingertips, he says, “I’ll make us something. What would you like?”

I’m about to tell him anything is fine, when an idea hits me. If it works out, it could present me with the opportunity to strike sooner than I thought possible.

When he makes to stand, I stop him with my hand on his shoulder. And because honey attracts more flies than vinegar, I sweeten my disposition even more by skimming his chest with my palm.

“Actually,” I say, lowering my lashes and licking my bottom lip. “I thought maybe we could go out tonight. I’ve been craving something. It’s not a fancy place or anything. You’ll really love it.”

His eyes glaze over and he relaxes into the pillow. “What?”

“Enrique’s.”

“I haven’t heard of it.”

“You wouldn’t have. It’s just a hole-in-the-wall in Brighton. They have the best ceviche.”

He stares at the ceiling for a long time. “That’s in Duran territory.”

“Don’t tell me you came and went as you pleased for years, and, suddenly, now that you have full permission, you’re scared?”

Giving me a side glance, he says, “Your family didn’t know I was there before. Coming out in the open seems…risky.”

I sit up and peer down at him. “My father gave his word that you’d be welcome. He never goes back on that.

“Never?”

“Ugh!” I shove at him. “Fine. I’ll go look for something in the frid— Ah!”

Rowan drags me back onto the mattress and pins my wrists to it. “I’ll take you to that hole-in-the-wall if it’s what you really want. I’ll risk getting shot for you. Just be aware that using sex to get things might not always go your way.”

“What?” I ask innocently.

Lowering his head, he bites my left nipple through my blouse. “I’m not stupid. You’re trying to use your body to get information out of me or make me do something for you. Where did you learn that trick?”

I heave, trying to throw him off. My cheeks flush in embarrassment that he’s figured me out. “Nowhere.”

He takes in my other nipple and bites it, making me hiss. “If it’s something I want to tell you, or give you, I will. It won’t matter if we fuck or not. Don’t think for one second your pussy controls me.”

I smirk. “Are you so sure about that?”

“Yes.”

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LOUISA

“Did we have to bring them?” I look out the back window of Rowan’s Jaguar to the two SUVs following close behind.

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