“It’s still just a house,” he said.
“A house with a view that could steal your breath.”
He led me through a palatial living space, then into a kitchen that looked like it belonged to a professional chef. Copper pans hung overhead, marble counters gleamed, and beyond it all, French doors opened onto a balcony propped over the cliffs and overlooking the sea.
“God, if I had a fear of heights, this would be my least favorite spot.” I stopped at the railing, gripping the stone edge. “You actually live here?”
“Work,” he corrected. “Living implies leisure.”
I laughed softly. “You’re difficult.”
“Sometimes,” he admitted. “Don’t hold it against me.”
We returned inside and I stopped briefly by a closed door.
“This is my office where I spend the majority of my time,” Kian said. “Whenever you need me, you’ll find me here or in my bedroom.”
“So you’re telling me your life is basically work and…”Don’t say fucking, don’t say fucking. “…sleep.”
He gave me a knowing smirk. “Something like that.”
We moved down a quieter hallway lined with artwork and old photographs. My gaze lingered on one of them, a photo of a little girl wearing a head scarf.
“Are those your?—”
“No,” he said immediately.
I blinked and turned toward him. “I didn’t even finish asking.”
“You were going to ask if that’s my daughter.”
“I was not,” I lied.
“Then what?”
I scoffed. “Well, I’m not going to ask now after you so rudely interrupted me.”
“Sophie, ask your question.”
“No.”
“Zemër, don’t act like that. I apologize for assuming. Now ask your question.”
“No, you missed the chance to know?—”
He slipped a hand along the back of my neck. “You argue too much.”
Then he pressed his lips against mine—hard, brutal, and demanding.My whole body melted into his as he brushed his tongue against my lips, demanding I open for him.
I ground my hips into his hard body, mimicking the glide of our tongues. My breathing grew ragged as my breasts rubbed against his chest every time I swayed into his kiss. Hot pressure built inside me and I moaned into his mouth.
Just as quickly as it started though, the kiss ended. “Why did you stop?” I sputtered, then remembered myself and took a step back.
Dammit, how in hell would I resist this man if I was already ready to jump his bones?
“Someone is coming,” he said, his voice perfectly calm while I struggled to catch my breath. But as my pulse slowed, I finally heard footsteps echoing down the hall and rapidly approaching.
We both turned as Amir stepped into view, his expression unreadable until his eyes flicked between us and one eyebrow rose slightly.
