“I hardly think you saved my life, Mr. Prince. And I can hold my own just fine.”
“Not against the man who confronted you.”
With the look of contempt on her face, my mind was forced back to the thought there were no coincidences. If this was a normal circumstance, I’d simply have her observed.
“You mean you? Are you really going to try and intimidate me? I would think that very far beneath you.” To her credit, she recovered quickly from the shock.
The closeness was intoxicating, but I could sense she felt it suffocating. She was very unsure of what to do with a man like me. Standing over her, I realized how tiny she was, but certainly not frail by any means. While there was a vulnerability about her, I sensed a resolve that few women could carry off without seeming entitled.
When she slowly lifted her head, her eyes locking with mine seemed cathartic for her. The quivering of her lower lip continued, a gesture that kept my balls tight and my mind swirling around the joy of kissing her sweet mouth.
I could also imagine what it would feel like to have her writhing in my arms begging for more as she called out my name. The images played out like a perfect movie scene where the good girl who’d always fantasized about a very bad boy had been dared to take a chance.
The lack of words between us wasn’t because neither of us knew what to say. I sensed another tart barb hiding just below the surface. The reason for the silence was about the electricity crackling our skin and stealing at least a portion of our breaths.
I’d never felt such stark chemistry with anyone.
When she’d walked through the gate heading to the counsel’s desk, she’d immediately caught my attention, my entire body stirring both from recognition and a strangling desire that had come dangerously close to obsession. It was something about the generous curve of her breasts she’d tried to hide so hard under a conservative jacket. Or perhaps the way her long legs were accentuated by cheap yet effective heels and the pencil skirt I’d immediately wanted to slide past her hips.
Best of all was the sexy, determined look she’d worn through the entire court proceedings. The desire coursing through me was completely inappropriate and at the point of becoming an irritation.
My family would tell me I needed to take the accusations seriously, especially given the identity of the victim. The murder of Lorenzo Russo had been unexpected but would certainly fuel the ongoing feud keeping tensions high and violence around every corner. What troubled me more than anything was that I hadn’t pulled the trigger. Who had?
The necessity of discovering the answer should stop me from toying with her just for pleasure.
Sinclair would undoubtedly tell me that she was potentially dangerous, although the thought was riveting more than anything. I’d already been crucified in the press for the murder of a known enemy, something that seemed natural. A moment of retaliation for the slaughter of my father. Except I was an innocent man.
On another front, Uncle Armand had remained in town and if I knew him, he was quietly undermining my authority. I’d need toconfront him, which would put another strain on my mother and sister. Not my intention, but if my uncle believed he could use my arrest as a reason to usurp my power, he would soon learn the extent I’d go to for my family.
And to keep the throne.
Did I believe there was any chance my uncle was behind my father’s murder? No. However, he was a vulture who certainly wouldn’t mind claiming the fresh meat laid bare by his brother’s death. However I responded had to be done carefully.
Not something I was known for being very good with. Like my lack of patience.
Gutting the Russo family hadn’t been on my agenda for this year or any other. If I were to advise myself, I’d say I should keep the thought unless I’d found certain proof they’d been behind my father’s death. And killing the firstborn son of the Don was doing nothing more than initiating a war that neither party would completely win.
There were half a dozen reasons I should keep my distance from the lovely prosecutor, but fault number three, I didn’t like to play by anyone’s rules.
And her perfume was captivating. The lightly floral scent smelled like heaven. The thought was something I’d muse about later since it was the closest to heaven I’d ever get.
“I don’t think you want to try and stop me from leaving this courtroom, Mr. Prince. As an officer of the court, I will need to report your actions as being hostile and your bail, just established at such a ridiculously low number will be revoked. At least if I have anything to do about it. Then you can spend your days and nights awaiting trial thinking about how you couldhave handled things differently. And I assure you that with the number of cases already on the dockets, your case won’t come up for trial for months, if not well over a year. That’s what happens to men who believe themselves to be the devil reincarnated.”
“The devil. I’ve been compared to many powerful men in my years of treading around the sun; however, the devil was a title I use liberally for myself. Now you have me curious. Are you threatening me, Catherine?”
“Of course not. That would be against the law. I’m giving you a piece of advice. I won’t even charge you for my sage ideas.” She yanked her briefcase into her hand, eyeing me with all the tenacity of a warrior.
My cock twitched because of her defiance alone.
“Please do. I will be happy to pay whatever you charge.” I moved closer until there was barely an inch between us. This time she didn’t budge, peering up at me, her eyes holding mine in a quiet dance of dominance. In that moment I knew I would fuck her, teasing her with roughness while showing her the kind of passion a woman so beautiful deserved.
The sexual tension we shared was heavy. The lurid thoughts continued, some so sadistic I was surprised at the increasing need to keep her chained.
I would need to let her walk away, although I promised myself that I would see her again very soon. What a shame. I truly wouldn’t mind after tasting her luscious lips to drive my tongue deep inside her sweet pussy.
“Let me ask you a question,” she pushed. “The day I met you.”
“Go on.”
