Kiss Me Like

V:

oaked in blood m

e clung to my skin like a second betrayal. Around us, the pews were filled with suits and secrets. Every g

elvet suit over a loaded gun. His hand grazed mine, steady as stone. I d

, I wasn't ma

rrying m

m. He didn't even look down. His eyes were locked on mine

st a ripple of murmured respect and fear. Ares didn't kiss me. He took

e he

e cliffs. Drones circled above us. The wine was vintage. The food untouched. Are

gracious, unreadable. But

upposed to

ied to the son of the man who murdered my mo

I felt li

grazed my skin as he leaned in to whisper something f

rac

to danger. The thrill of the edge. He was a hur

. Stup

len family's private

ndows that looked out over the sea. The bed was black sil

the door b

npin my veil with trembling hands. "W

king," he s

fr

ot," I

smile. Just the predator closing in on

r. "You didn't even kiss me a

l get o

are the wo

dropped to my lips, then lower. "And

caught. "E

m my hair like a guillotine had dropped. He was watching me too clos

red of pretend

kled. "Prete

business. That you're here f

t. "You think I w

ping closer. "I thi

url behind my ear. "But th

crashed

gentle kiss.

of my mouth with his tongue. I kissed him back because I wanted to punish mys

ll, hands roaming, heat rising between us like a firestorm. I moaned

own r

idn'

dn't

n my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone. I clung to hi

hate you,"

gainst my throat. "Tha

offering. I watched him strip-methodical, beautiful, lethal.

er me, he didn't s

ou're here to

d his body slid against mine

ter I've made you

he

ai

ag

w if I wanted to k

ess and wrecked, I

ep. My head wa

my stomach. Possessive. P

wante

o

o

pping back into my torn dress,

dn't

ed his scent off my skin. St

are

t her mother in

ame undone under the ma

s. Razors. A drawer of old

th

er. Old, faded

up with trem

bro

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e hell

ned i

, scrawled in a c

ad kno

played

se did

lethal: "You're not the o

ned s

chest rising and falling, eyes

the photo from my hand.

e lean

s brush

words wer

u're here t

e harder than he

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I wa

idn't kno