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“You have no idea what you do to me, do you, Mouse? You take my breath away.”

I moved my other hand from the wall and twisted it into her wet hair, pulling her mouth to mine.

She opened for me immediately.

Our tongues tangled and teased, and something inside me shifted so violently it threatened to take my knees out from under me.

I’d kissed plenty of women.

I’d never been kissed like this.

Like there was nowhere else in the world she wanted to be.

My hands moved to her face, cupping her cheeks as I devoured her mouth.

The Greeks believed three goddesses—the Fates—spun the thread of every life. I’d never believed mine was being drawn toward another person by anything more powerful than chance. Until Isabella.

But how the hell else did I explain her?

A Manhattan mafia man and a princess hidden inside a cartel compound on the side of a Salvadoran volcano should never have met.

Certainly not in a dungeon with me chained to a chair and her holding the key.

I would never call the lies, torture, blood, or loss that brought us here a gift. But chance no longer seemed big enough to explain how two lives that should never have touched had somehow collided in the darkest of places.

The thought hit me hard enough that I broke the kiss for half a breath.

My heart hammered against my ribs, and my hands were shaking.

I stared down at her, almost unable to comprehend the force of what was happening inside me.

I had never felt anything this strong for another person in my life.

And maybe tonight was all we got.

Men like me didn’t get guarantees. Neither did women who had just escaped men like Ciro Delgado. Tomorrow could send us in completely different directions. By morning, Nik could have us on an aircraft bound for Manhattan, and Isabella could discover that the life she wanted had no place for me in it.

But we had tonight.

And if tonight was all fate ever gave me with her, I was going to give her everything I had in return.

Every touch.

Every tenderness.

Every bit of love in me, whether I was ready to call it that or not.

Then Isabella kissed me again.

Whatever control I had left went with it.

I caught her lower lip between my teeth and slowly dragged over it before taking her mouth harder.

I couldn’t calm myself, and honestly, I didn’t want to.

I kissed along her jaw, down the side of her neck and over her collarbone, one hand sliding along her back while the other took her breast.

I was ravenous for her.