“I lied.” His thrusts hard and fast, he fucked her as his lips touched hers, only millimeters above.
She longed to touch him, to share in this moment, but his control was everything she’d ever craved. The harder he thrust, the more electrified she became. Wrapping her legs around his, she arched her back as he continued pumping, driving harder. Faster. Stars floated in front of her eyes as he drilled into her. His actions so brutal, so demanding.
Crushing her mouth with his, he slipped his tongue inside, exploring, taking everything he wanted.
Moaning into the kiss, she undulated under him, her nipples aching, her pussy clenching. There was no holding back the orgasm. Her breath caught in her throat, she clamped down on her pussy as the climax rushed up the length of her legs, driving current throughout her entire body.
Wrath broke the kiss, throwing his head back, a look of anguish on his face. “Shit. You are… Yes!”
Their bodies shaking, she could feel the warmth of his cum sliding deep within. When he stopped quaking, he lowered his body on top of hers, moving his other arm to intertwine their fingers, locking them tight.
“You are amazing,” he whispered, nuzzling into her neck.
She wanted to whisper words of love, or even devotion, but she was foggy, her mind unfocused.
“Never forget, you truly belong to me.”
“Wrath.” She struggled with the single word, her heart racing.
As he fell asleep, she closed her eyes. The beautiful moment shared between them would soon be nothing but a sweet memory and one she would never forget.
No matter what occurred in the future.
As she drifted off, she thought she heard his voice, his sensual baritone issuing three little words.
I. Love. You.
And it scared her to death.
An unsettling feeling remained, furrowing into the deep, dark crevices of his mind.
Wrath stared up at the ceiling, his arms behind his head.
Tick. Tock.
Time was running short on the deal made with Sophia. The day spent together had been almost as enjoyable as the night before. If he had to admit the truth, there hadn’t been another period of time spent that was so freeing since his arrival in Miami. He hadn’t taken a day off to any degree during his stay. At least not to share relaxation time with someone he… No. This was getting out of hand. She was an agent in pursuit, who’d been lured into a web of deceit.
Again.
Pursing his lips, he turned his head toward her, almost surprised she had no problem sleeping with the enemy.
He rolled onto his side, sliding a strand of hair out of her eyes with the tip of his index finger. Their conversations had been frank and as honest as either one of them were prepared to explore. But he still didn’t know her, and she knew almost nothing about him. Yes, he’d admitted certain stories about his family but even those had been partial truths. The actuality surrounding his father and the regime the dangerous man commanded was far too bloody in nature.
Sophia was a breath of fresh air, allowing him to catch a moment of a more regular life, even though he was doing so under the guise of a deal as well as a certain amount of wealth. He brushed his fingers down the length of her arm, longing for her to awaken, to be able to share even a few more hours of shutting out the world. She remained fast asleep.
If his instincts were correct, time was running out. Various aspects of what she’d said sadly made sense. She couldn’t leaveher life any more than he was able to leave his. So, there was only one choice to make.
“If only things could be different, sweet Sophia,” he whispered as he gazed out at the night sky. “I’d likely move the sun and stars for you. A romantic, eh? And not what you expected. You awakened my very soul, even though many are convinced I have no soul. If only I could share with you my life, but my destiny takes me toward the darkness. There are things I will never be able to explain or help you understand. The island sounds perfect, doesn’t it? Fiji. There’s a little island just to the west, only accessible by boat. A man can dream.”
Wrath inhaled as he pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. The fragrance of her lingering perfume, the scent of their rounds of sex were more powerful than the stench of blood that would forever course into his veins. He could never be the man she needed, and he refused to allow her anything less than what she required. “I long to have the courage to say everything you need to hear, but that alone would break certain rules. You are my forever. There will never be another woman I adore as much as you. My sweet, beautiful Sophia.”
He shut his eyes, willing out the rest of the world, including his horrific duties and family honor, but his fate had been sealed the moment of his birth. A lone tear slid down his face, trickling past his cheekbone. He hadn’t shed a single tear since the death of his mother. Yes, fate and karma were kicking him in the ass.
Resigned, he eased out of bed, taking silent steps out of the bedroom, grabbing the two glasses of wine before leaving. His fingerprints were everywhere, but certain evidence would be difficult for her to explain. The sleeping pills had certainly done the trick, allowing her a quiet respite. When she awoke, he’d be halfway to Milan. He’d disable her car in an effort to prove herinnocence. He was nothing but a monster and she shouldn’t be required to pay for his sins. He’d prepared for this moment while determining his initial plan, never knowing how difficult this particular decision would be. Right now and without hesitation, he loathed the birthright he’d been given.
Only minutes later he grabbed his briefcase and keys, sliding the Sig Sauer into his shoulder holster, the other weapons inside his case, walking toward the office to retrieve the last of anything considered important. He slapped his hands on the desk, taking several deep breaths. He’d prided himself for the ice running through his veins. Now? The ice had melted.
Wrath remained in the same position for a few minutes, walking his mind through the choices one last time. He was nothing more than a rat in a cage.
