Ruthless Heart

What just happened?

I whimper in regret. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to watch him like that but God, he’s sexy. Too sexy. He pushes all my buttons, and the sight of his fist working up and down his thick shaft is going to stay with me, fueling dirty fantasies for years.

The door suddenly opens, sending me stumbling away. Nero walks in, fully clothed this time.

“Ever heard of knocking?!” I protest, still unsteady—and not just because of the surprise.

“I’ll do what I want in my own damn house,” Nero drawls. His gaze burns over me, like he can see my body is still turned on. “What I want… Or who.”

My flush deepens. “Whom,” I correct him icily.

He scowls. “I came to tell you, your tip paid off,” he says. “I pulled some strings and got an invite to this hunting party.”

Relief washes over me. A little distance from Nero is just what I need. Maybe a weekend alone will give me a chance to forget about this hunger I have for him.

“Good,” I reply, clipped. “I hope it works out for you.”

I turn away, and he gives a low chuckle. “You’ll do more than hope, Princess. You’ll make sure of it. We leave tomorrow afternoon.”

What?

“We?” I repeat nervously.

Nero smiles. Deadlier than any scowl. “You think I’m letting you out of my sight for a whole weekend? Besides, how would it look if I showed up without my loving fiancé?”

He reaches out to touch my cheek, and I flinch away. His smile only widens. “That’s right, you like to look, not touch. Well, who knows, Princess? Maybe you’ll find something else to watch while we’re there.”

He walks out before I can throw a vase at him.