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Dominic’s eyes meet mine. The turmoil in his gaze makes my heart ache. He wants to be a good man for me, but he was born into a world of violence and crime. As much as he tries to separate me from the demons that lurk in the shadows, he’ll never be able to give me a completely normal life.

“Dominic,” I say, eyes raking over his form. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to you than I am right now.”

His mouth drops open, and his brows shoot up. “Holy fuck.” He lets out a breathy chuckle. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know.” I laugh. “But if you can find an open room, I’ll have my dress off in about two seconds flat.”

Marco’s voice booms down the hallway. “Down here. I think Dominic got to them.”

“Let’s go.” Dominic grabs my hand. He tugs me toward the theater but stops halfway to push me into a side room. He locks the door and flips on the light before I start laughing.

“Fitting,” I say.

As I slink farther into the Pharaoh’s Temple dressing room, Dominic stalks toward me. His jacket hits the floor, and goosebumps break out across my flesh.

“What were you saying about that dress, Miss Bain?”

His tie drops next.

“I was saying it might look better on the ground.” With a wink, I untie the halter top, then reach back and pull down the zipper.

The gold silk slides off my body and pools at my feet.

“I hope you know, this is the reward I always want after winning a fight.” Dominic crashes against me, mouth molding to mine, and I let out an unrestrained moan.

As I work to catch my breath, I lick along his neck until I reach his ear and whisper, “Lucky for you, this is the reward I always want to give.”

Chapter 16

Dominic

Itake ragged breaths, my body still high on adrenaline, as I stalk my prey.

An angel in a golden dress.

The delicate fabric falls to the ground as Cassandra bares herself to me.

Holy fuck, I’ve never wanted her more in my life.

Fresh off a kill, I can’t regulate my instincts. Testosterone fuels my actions as I slam my body against hers, pulling a soft cry from her lips. I fuse my mouth to hers, unyielding in my attempt to claim her.

Needing more, desperate to be inside her, I grab Cassandra’s ass and hoist her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist.

I’m as hard as granite. I line my cock up against her core and thrust, causing her to throw her head back and moan.

Moving blind, I walk us toward the side of the room until I spot a vanity like the one Cassandra uses in the dressing room at Il Palazzo. I brace her with one arm as I knock the chair infront away. It crashes to the floor with a crack, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to replace it.

Like I fucking care.

I set Cassandra down on the vanity and pull away to drink her in. The lights surrounding the mirror give her an iridescent glow. She truly is an angel. Too bad I’m the devil, and I’m here to corrupt her.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she complains, tugging on the collar of my shirt.

With a quirk of my lips, I pop open the buttons on my shirt. Her fiery stare soaks in each movement, as though she’s witnessing an erotic dance. When the last button is undone, she licks her lips, gazing at my defined torso.

Before I fully discard my shirt, I remember another item I have to remove.

I reach behind me and wrap my hand around rubber and steel.