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prove that she wanted him too.
    “You’re one to talk.” He smiled back at her, and his hand slid from under her dress.
    She watched him, dazed, as he finished with the final inches of zipper on her dress and let it drop seamlessly to the floor. Her hands trembled along his bare chest, inching their way down until they lingered along his waistline. He watched her intently as she tugged at the button and zipper of his pants.
    She was exaggerating her innocence for his benefit. He was sure of it. As the fabric fell away and her hands found him again, the thought was instantly lost to him.
    He pulled her away, moving them to the wall, where he pinned her between his arms. She gasped at the gentle way he kissed her, the rough edges suddenly smoothed away. His skin was hot, burning, and bloomed damp when she bit desperately at it. The air was ripe, thick, and tasted of her delicious, fruity scent with each gulping breath he took.
    Whatever this woman did to him, he welcomed. Whatever she demanded of him, he wanted to give. Leila slipped her bra away, suddenly naked against him. He wrapped his long arm around her waist and heaved her easily up until her backside pressed against the wall. He looked at her, watching her eyes for even a hint of indecision. He found none.
    She yelped violently, her shrill scream catching in her throat. Her fingers clawed desperately at his neck. He could see the shock, the pain mixed with pleasure on her face. His temple fell against hers, until they were eye to eye.
    “Leila.” His voice was suddenly ragged and desperate.
    What the hell did he just do? She wasn’t just pretending to be innocent.
    “Don’t stop.” Her breath was shaky against his neck. Tears. Those were definitely tears on her lashes.
    “But…Leila—”
    “No.”
    Shit. Austin was really going to kill him now. For real kill him.
    The sudden reality and depth of his betrayal finally started to sink in. Austin warned him that Leila was off limits, and now he understood why. He’d make the news for this. Death by big brother. Probably on national television too. That was Austin’s style. A little public humiliation with your ass beating.
    Leila’s breath hitched against his neck, her desperate fingers latching tighter around his bare shoulders. Life would never be the same after this—it couldn’t. He broke the man code, and he would pay the price. He should feel shitty, and scared, but he couldn’t even bring himself to care. Not right now. As Leila’s vulnerable whine echoed in his ears, he thought maybe not ever.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 2
     
     
    LEILA’S VENGENCE
     
    Trapped between crying, cursing herself, and ecstasy, Leila sucked in a breath to hold it all in. Her lips stilled against his neck, her hands clasped around Henrik’s shoulders for dear life.
    Henrik.
    Shit. It actually happened, and it happened with Henrik.
    She’d lost her mind this time. That satanic answering machine with its chippy, nasal voice. Not a single ounce of sadness entered her body upon the realization that her so-called boyfriend cheated on her. Not even a drop. It was pure anger that captivated her. She suddenly saw the world in red flashes, and it was either get out of the house, or demolish his pussified Corvette with a hockey stick.
    She didn’t necessarily want to go to jail, so she left. She walked the streets, pacing out her aggression and cursing Derek to damnation. Yeah, she was probably really lucky she didn’t go to jail.
    When the haze finally faded, she found herself at the Regency. She could have lied and told herself she’d come for Austin. That would have been a natural reaction—seek out your big brother for comfort. Leila wasn’t one for natural reactions, apparently. She stepped foot inside those sliding glass doors for one reason only.
    Henrik. She wanted Henrik. Hell, she’d always wanted Henrik.
    He turned his cheek, and she knew it was his silent way of checking if she was still alive.