Page 19 of Twisted Temptation

I have to bite my tongue.

“Any more demands?” he asks wearily.

“Yes.” I hold out my hand. “We shake on the deal, and after that, you don’t touch me. Ever.”

His gaze drops to my hand before he reaches for it. His palm is warm against mine, his skin rougher than I’d expect from a man who looks so immaculate. His fingers close around my smaller hand, long and strong enough to completely envelop it, and a strange buzz tingles beneath my skin.

It lasts only a second, but I feel it all the way to my fingertips.

His eyes darken as he looks at me, and I’m suddenly far too aware of how close we’re standing.

“I won’t touch you.” He uses my hand to pull me closer, bending his head until his lips brush the curve of my ear. The fine hairs along my neck stir in his breath. “Unless you ask me to.”

Something in the way he says it sends another little shiver through me, but I refuse to let him see it. I pull my hand back and step away from him.

“Good, because that will never happen,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel. “Then we have a deal.”

7

DANTE

The door to my bedroom clicks shut behind me, and I walk to the windows, ripping off my tie and undoing the top button of my shirt as I stare out at the skyline.

What the fuck have I done?

Oh, I know exactly what I've done. I’ve landed myself a bride.

And now she’s in my home.

In my space.

A fiancée with wild eyes, a smart mouth, and lips I want to ruin.

A fiancée who has every intention of making my life hell.

I turn from the window and walk toward the bathroom, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the bed as I pass.

My gut tells me Sunny isn’t the solution I think she will be.

She's more like a fucking complication than anything.

A complication with luscious curves, plush lips, and a raw, unfiltered wildfire burning in her big blue eyes.

I’m a hot-blooded man. I’m not as inhuman as my men and associates think I am.

I lust. I crave. I want. I need.

And right now, my body is telling me I need a lot of things.

Like those pillowy lips wrapped around my cock.

Like sinking into her sweet pussy and losing myself in fucking her.

I run a frustrated hand through my hair.

I am usually more in control than this.

If I need to come, I use my hand in the shower or in my bed until the urge is gone.