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“It’s already yours.”

“It’s not supposed to be.”

“That doesn’t make it any less true.”

“Lena.” He growled it. “You don’t know the fire you’re playing with.”

“I do. I know that fire better than anyone else.”

And I dug around inside myself and found a little more of that bravery. That voice inside me that insisted I chase after what I needed most.

I stepped back from him, reached behind my neck, and freed the clasp on my halter. Let the fabric fall away to reveal the lace bra that I wore underneath.

The intensity cracked, and I watched as every element in the man turned molten.

FORTY-THREE

TREVAN

“Fuck me.”

This woman was trying to kill me.

No weapons required.

Just that body and those words and her sweet fucking belief.

The top part of her dress had folded over, pooling at her waist, and her perfect tits that weren’t even a handful were barely concealed by sheer, black lace.

The straps all twisted and intricate so that they’d be hidden under the shape of her dress.

Tempting mounds with her dusky nipples puckered to hard points underneath.

My cock damned near exploded at the sight.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

She huffed. “I know exactly what I’m asking for. The question is if you’re willing to give it. If you’re willing to make this perfect night even better.”

My hands clenched at my sides. “Not gonna fuck you, Elena.”

Lust violently thrashed from within.

My dick was most definitely not in agreement.

Hoping it held veto power.

Not in this fucking lifetime.

She had to know that we couldn’t go there. I’d be done for and she’d be mine and there’d be no fucking going back.

“I bet you could come up with other ways to please me.”

There she was. That vixen lying in wait. The peeks of the siren that Elena had shown me recently clawing out from the dark corners.

A fucking bright, disoriented light. A seductress who blinded at first sight.

God knew, I couldn’t see reason.