Beautiful Seduction

Mr. Dangerous didn’t hesitate to react.

Pop! Pop!

“Asshole. You invaded the wrong place,” my hero huffed. “Se pensi di potermi mentire, ti sbagli.”

He’d shot the attacker twice before he’d had a chance to get off a single shot. Oh, God. Oh, God. My entire world seemed to fade to black. I was suddenly falling, my body swaying toward the unknown. He’d just killed a man. Because of me. That wasn’t possible. It was… I started to pitch forward, my legs no longer able to hold me upright.

Then I felt a pair of strong arms around me, holding me. I gathered an intoxicating whiff of his aftershave, the aroma thick with the scent of spices and sandalwood, further igniting my senses. I blinked several times until I realized what had happened, lifting my head until I was able to look into his eyes.

I was mesmerized by the way Mr. Vincheti was looking at me, his eyes illuminated by the single streetlamp, his thoughts easy to read.

They were all sinful things.

He’d kept me from falling. Now he was close, so close that I could almost hear his heartbeat. The same explosive heat remained between us, yet I felt an odd chill trickling down my spine, tingling my legs even more than they already were.

The fire I’d felt was even more combustible.

“The fucker will never hurt you again, sweet angel. The pig was in the wrong territory. You’re going to be just fine.” He angled in, lowering his face even more, his tone husky and full of the same darkness that enshrouded his predatory nature. His touch seared my skin, every nerve ending erupting as if ignited from a firestorm.

I didn’t want to push away from him, but if he held me any longer, there was a chance I’d never want to leave.

“What did you do? What did you say to him? Did you kill him?” No. No! I was seeing things. Right?

“I did what was necessary. And I reminded him that he was wrong in thinking he could lie to me.”

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to kill him,” I managed, pushing my hands against him. His muscles were as carved as I’d thought, rippling through the thin cotton shirt. My heart was pitter pattering from the touch, the filthy thoughts trickling through my mind no longer a shock. He was the perfect chocolate eclair.

What are you thinking?

“As I said, I did what was necessary. I certainly couldn’t allow my newest customer to be assaulted just outside my restaurant,” he said, the gruff tone embroiling every one of my senses.

“You can let me go now.” Don’t let me go. Kiss me instead. My dirty thoughts at least brought a smile.

When he didn’t move for at least twenty delicious seconds, I tilted my head, adding gasoline to the fire. I could swear he was going to kiss me. I closed my eyes, the hard thumping of my heart echoing in my ears.

Then everything faded to black.