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Without a word, he lifted his chin in that quiet, magnetic way of his.

Savvine didn’t duck away this time; she let the curtain fall so he saw all of her.

She raised her head and held his eye contact.

The heat that flared between them was silent, steady, molten.

He blew a stream of smoke into the air, revealing the tense, sculpted arch of his nape and the shadowed edge of his collarbone.

It was sensual. Effortless. So sinful, her knees almost buckled.

She bit her lip, then she moved.

She wrapped the blanket he’d given her at the lake around her shoulders.

Stepped into the cool night barefoot, she began the slow walk toward him, her body a riot of heat, nerves, hunger, yearning.

With each step, her pulse thundered louder.

Her blood buzzed. Her heart pounded against her ribs like it knew what she was doing before her mind caught up.

His beauty was a siren call.

Need drowned out every doubt.

His gilded amethyst eyes flamed as she approached.

His lips parted just as his hand grasped his cheroot and dropped to his side. The air between them grew thick, like the night was holding its breath.

When she reached the foot of the steps, he took an inhale.

‘Estássegura,mi cielo?’

His rasp sent an even more impossible scorching through her.

She hesitated, only for a second. His violet gold eyes burned into her.

She nodded. ‘Naam. I’m sure.’

A low sound rumbled in his chest. ‘Will this get messy in the morning when we need to hard talk?’ he growled.

She climbed onto the top step, her bare feet ghosting over the wood. ‘Nada. I can separate business and pleasure.’

His mouth curved into a dark, dangerous smirk.

‘You’re aware of your family and Syndicate rules you’re flouting?’

‘I’m well aware.’

‘I see you like a taste of the forbidden?’

‘Who doesn’t?’ she intoned, her voice husky with need.

‘Not sure you’re ready for my kind of savage loving.’

‘Try me.’

He tapped out his cheroot on the edge of the rail and set it aside.