he wasnât allowed to dismiss her like this. Not when she felt so weak-kneed and aware of him. âYou know your brother is a fast worker. What if I already have him in my clutches ? Maybe Luca and Iâve already, thoroughly , fââ
â Basta !â he muttered, before his hand descended on her mouth while the other one locked her against the wall.
The rough, almost possessive grip he had on her hip branded her. But it was his gaze that held her rooted.
A flash of temper? A spark of emotion? Whatever it was, it lit his usually droll gaze.
He wasnât impervious to her.
Hot, reckless energy pounded through her, making her thrum with excitement. âYou can think it, but I canât say it, Leandro?â She drawled her words, adding a lazy taunt. âAt least, with Luca, I know Iâll have a good time without insults.â
Gray irises widened, bleeding into the dark black around.
The quiet room shrank around the two of them, an explosive current springing into life. The masculine scent of him was a whiplash against her senses, his fingertips pressing into her flesh.
Yet all Alex felt was charged up.
âDo you know what you so dangerously provoke? Are you prepared for it?â
A wealth of meaning reverberated in his statement and it lay between them, a grenade ticking away.
Drunk on the challenge in his molten gaze, Alex couldnât back down. âI donât care how wealthy youââ
His tapered fingers squeezed her palm gently. âI donât agree with my grandfather, bella .â
âNo?â
â No .â
âThen why did you come tonight?â
Tension filled the infinitesimal silence before he answered, âLuca told me he picked up a drunk Tina and couldnât locate you. I donât like the idea of you being out at night in Milan alone.â
âYou couldâve asked anyone else to do that. Your security team...you didnât have to come yourself. You couldââ
âWhat youâre hoping for, it will never happen, Alexis.â
âYou called me Alexis,â she said simply, letting the warmth of his body float her away.
His head cocked to the side, and he rubbed her jaw.
Shock...he was shocked that he had said her name. The fingers that had been brushing her cheek pulled away. âCome, it is time for you to leave.â
It was as if heâd slammed a door in her face.
He wasnât talking just about the nightclub or Milan, but Italy. He was telling her it was time for her to leave. Panic flared through her, but beneath it was a realization that sent her heart slamming against her rib cage. All these days...
âYou want me,â she accused. âYou made me feel like I was the only one who felt it, as if I was gauche enough to read it all wrongââ
In a near-violent movement that sent her breath bursting through her, Leandro captured her wrists. Stilling her body from leaning into him. âThis is a mistake.â
Yanking her hands away from his grip, Alexis pressed her body against his.
A jagged sound wrenched out from his lips, throaty and low. Moving her hands up his chest, Alex tilted her head back. Every inch of his face was frozen in some kind of torturous agony. And she didnât intend to let him win.
She buried her mouth in the opening of his dress shirt. Velvet-smooth and hot, his skin burned against her lips. âKiss me, just once. Show me what you feel, just once.â
One hand snuck into her hair. Her scalp prickled as he tugged her up. Dark need pinched his features and Alex shivered, suddenly, finally, understanding the depth of the need he hid under that infuriatingly indifferent mask.
Anticipation roped with tension set her nerves on fire.
âYou do not know who youâre playing with.â
She jerked back. âAm I so beneath you then?â
He shook his head. But the shadows didnât leave his eyes. âYouâre too
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