ise lounge. The room was quiet, dimly lit

g. He stared down at the woman. She was a mess-wet hair, ruined coat, bare fee

n, unfocused and glassy. She blinked

ed. His voice was soft, but i

uestion. She was s

apels to steady herself. She pulled hi

e whispered, analyzing him with the

ed to women wanting him fo

d, searching for the wo

dark amusement flickered in them. She th

ned in, his face inches from

She pulled at her left hand, trying

The words tumbled over each

e stared at he

eyes, spilling over her lashes. "To spite him. To show Ignacio

ead resting against his ches

ssession? He looked at this woman, this beautiful, shattered creature w

fingers warm and rough, t

g?" he demanded. He needed to

ly. She closed the d

tasting of cheap whiskey and sa

pped. He crushed his mouth to hers. The kiss deepened instantl

sting her forehead against h

Her voice was barely a

ecision, driven by impulse and a cold

" he g

rd the back exit. He signaled his driver, Donato, w