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Her s of the party around him, saw no one but her God, that smile, the way she cupped her sister’s face with such open affection before the two of the up for the journalists in the room

They weren’t paying attention to anyone else, happy simply to see one another

Then she laughed as she drew back and the sound was chains around his heart, a thousand guitar strings pulling tight It hurt and it was beautiful For an instant, he aluarded sine her warers over his jaw and rose on tiptoe to slide one hand around his nape to haul him down for a kiss

Fucking hell

When was the last time a woman had done that to him the instant she walked into a room? Never Not even when he’d been a hormone-drunk youth And the fact he knew she was exactly as she appeared to be, that she wasn’t out for fame orthis party without her, the raw need to possess her a violent craving in his gut

He didn’t believe in fantasy shit like destiny or fate or the biggest con of all—love—but he knew hi her to him with his hand fisted in her hair, brand her with his mouth, warn every other male in the room that she was off-lie nehen he wanted her all to himself

Private

Alone

No cameras

No lights

No fking interruptions

Part One

Chapter 1

She wanted to bite his lower lip

Wanted to tug on the silver ring that pierced one corner of that delicious, toe-curling mouth

But mostly she wanted to bite doith her teeth, taste the badness of him