Page 24 of Coal Hearts

My mind raced.

Panic made me do something I really shouldn’t do.

Throwing a bemused smile at the concerned people watching us, I rolled my eyes as if Ily’s dramatics were common, then planted my mouth over her screaming one.

I grabbed her hips, jerking her into me, not giving her a chance to fight as my lips silenced her cry for help.

Her scream filled my lungs.

Her helplessness and rage coated my tongue.

And I shuddered as she stopped screaming, choosing to thrash against me instead.

Only...her thrashing made me harder than I’d ever been, and I struggled to see straight. My cock rippled with the urge to come as she did her best to knee me in the balls.

Her fight.

Her exquisite, delicious fight.

It fucking destroyed me.

I’d only meant to shut her up.

But...that was the problem with me.

I’d only ever meant to be normal.

To kiss like normal.

Love like normal.

But...I wasn’t normal, and where other men knew when to stop, I merely saw it as a beginning.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I held her still and grunted into her ear. “One hundred thousand euros.”

She tensed.

I looked over her shoulder at the bouncer fighting his way to get to us.

She shifted against me, sending another bolt of electricity through my dick. “What did you say?”

“Just...don’t fight me. Give me one night and then you’re free. You have my absolute word.”

Liar.

You’re condemning her to hell.

Ignoring common sense, I ran my nose down her cheek and sucked in her scent. Flowers and something else. Something citrusy and vanilla-y all at the same time.

“Damn, you smell good.” I didn’t hold back my tortured exhale.

“Get off me.”

Her fight kept slicing away at my self-control.

I wouldn’t get through tonight unless she surrendered.

I wouldn’t get into The Jewelry Box unless I did what Victor had tasked.