Page 93 of Angelic Vengeance

Before I could think it over, I opened the door she closed behind her. He immediately came into my view. Lifting my arm, I pointed my Glock with the silencer towards the man.

“We’re busy–”

Pop.

Oops. Guess you’re not so fucking busy anymore.

I had now killed two men because of Maria. And both because men seemed to lose their fucking minds around her. Judging from the current situation, I seemed to be no different.

I was still too angry to be around her; I could feel it itching in my palms. If I didn’t leave now, I knew I’d touch her and I had to stop putting my hands on this girl because it fucked with my head. I turned around to walk out.

But then, her hand grabbed my bicep, her nails digging through the suit and into my skin. “You can’t just leave me with this!”

I gave her a sardonic smile. “Should’ve been more careful,hermosa.”

I moved to walk away again, but she didn’t let go, only pulled on my arm harder.

“Zachary!”

She just had to push my goddamn buttons.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I was walking into her, forcing her to step back until her back hit the wall. My hands went under her T-shirt, squeezing her waist between my palms.

Her breathing was so shallow, it made liquid fire flow through my veins before collecting low in my stomach.

We were so close our noses were touching, yet while I watched all of her, she was focused on my lips.

“What’s my name?” I rasped.

Her brows knitted, before she breathlessly responded, her eyes never leaving my mouth. “Zachary. Zachary Rafael Di’Ablo.”

Fucking Zachary– No one fucking called me by my full goddamn government name. Except for her, of course.

I squeezed her waist harder; not enough to hurt, but enough to assert control. Growling, my lips brushed the corner of her mouth, “What’s. My. Name.”

Maria slowly raised her gaze, realizing what I wanted from her.

Say it. Zach.

She never had said it before, and there was a primal urge inside me thatneededto hear her say it.

When she remained silent, I let out a sardonic breath.

We were dangerously close.

Our lips were only one bad decision away.

I didn’t know what possessed me to say the following words but they escaped me nonetheless. “Why would you pick some complete nobody, when you could have me?”

The energy in the air changed. The sensations of our skin touching intensified. Her eyes warmed. My blood warmed.

“You want me to kiss you.”

When she parted her lips to interrupt, I covered her mouth with my palm, silencing her. It was possessive and restrictive, yet her pupils dilated.

“You won’t admit it. And if I kissed you right now, you’d push me away.” Uncovering her mouth, I brushed my thumb over her plump, full lips. “But you want it, don’t you?”

The room was dimly lit, any source of light behind me, not touching Maria. My shadows adored her, bringing out her chocolate-colored hair and gold-tan skin. I could feel her tits, underneath the T-shirt and bra, brushing against my dress-shirt, every time her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.