Vendetta Road (Torpedo Ink 3)

Ice held out his hand to her. Soleil didn’t even hesitate. Her eyes were shining, her perfect bow of a mouth smiling, and when she moved into him, she did so all the way, her body sliding up along his.

“I’ve been holding the pool table for us,” he said. His lips brushed her ear. He felt the shiver go through her. “What do you want to bet? It has to be interesting, not money.”

Her lashes fluttered. “I don’t know, what sounds good to you?”

“You win, you call the bet. I win, I get your panties.”

Mechanic set two drinks on the slim side table just below a rack of cues. Soleil eyed them warily. “What’s that? I don’t usually change drinks midstream. I don’t want a hangover.”

“You won’t get one, and I know you’ll love this drink. It’s a screaming orgasm.”

Soleil rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Ice? There’s no such thing. That’s a myth. Someone named a drink after a myth.”

His eyebrow shot up and he stepped into her, crowding her until he knew she felt the heat rolling off his body. Until he felt every breath she drew into her lungs.

“Baby, I won’t even need my cock in you to make you scream when you come for me.” He stared straight into her eyes when he told her the fuckin’ truth, because it was important she know he meant it. “First game I win, I get your panties. The second I win, I make you scream.”* * *Soleil stared up into his crystal blue eyes, excitement coursing through her. Heat rushed through her veins. He was the one suggesting bets. More alcohol. Did that make her responsible? Or him? He was definitely set on seducing her. And his friends were all in on it, helping him. She loved that, loved that they were willing to do anything for their brother. A part of her recognized that she could be in a dangerous situation, but Ice was too focused on her, and she believed him when he’d told her he didn’t share.

He made her forget everything but the excitement of being with him. She needed to forget. She wanted this one night. It wasn’t forever, but she didn’t have that long. She had this one night, and she was taking it and this amazing, gorgeous, sexy man. She might burn in hell for the things she was going to do this night, but she didn’t care. Looking at him, she was certain every single thing would be worth it.FIVESoleil’s face flushed, that beautiful rose Ice knew he was going to enjoy seeing all over her body when he had her laid out with his mouth between her legs.

Her chin went up. “You think I’m not up to the challenge? You aren’t going to win.”

He flashed her a grin. “Princess, win or lose, I’m still going to count myself a winner. You in?”

“All the way,” she declared.

He was going to burn in hell for this, but he’d already had a place reserved in the hottest inferno, so he took her fingers, brought them to his mouth, brushed a kiss into the center of her palm, and then put her screaming orgasm into her hand. He took his as well.

“What’s in it?” she asked, bringing the glass to her nose to cautiously sniff it.

He took a drink, leaned in and kissed her, sharing the taste of Baileys, vodka and Kahlúa with her. He couldn’t stop his hand from curling possessively around the nape of her neck. The moment they kissed, there was an explosion. Her match to his dynamite. They both went up fast, her mouth moving under his, following his lead, tongue sliding along his, catching every tiny taste left of the drink in his mouth. It was sensual. Erotic. It was the hottest kiss he’d ever had, and he didn’t want it to end.

He thought he was playing her. Seducing her. That was the play, but it felt all too real, and he’d never had real. He’d never felt anything at all when he was kissing. He had no idea that one touch could ignite a firestorm that roared and burned through him, leaving him craving more, needing it until her kisses were more important than breathing.

She was supposed to fall in love with him. That was the ultimate goal. His life was an illusion, nothing more. He didn’t exist anymore. There was no Ice. There was a killer, and she would be living with that. In return for her love, he would take excellent care of her. And he would have this . . .

The rush that was beyond anything he’d known. The innocence of her to corrupt and protect. If he played his cards right, if he was careful and saw to every detail, this would work. It had to, now that he had a small taste of what it could be like with her. He would have a semblance of a life, and that was all someone as fucked up as he was could ever ask for.