Page 61 of Beautiful Revenge

Devon

Iknew it was bad. Hell, I could tell when she handed me the note before I knew anything about her that it was more than cold feet.

But what she just told me was beyond bad. I may not know it all yet, but the rest will fall into place soon.

I will get every detail from her. What she doesn’t know, I’ll find out in my own way.

But when she looked up at me through those tormented brown eyes, all I wanted to do was erase her hurt and pain.

And there was the fact I couldn’t wait another moment to taste her. The need for that has consumed me since I returned to her suite after I delivered herDear Bertienote.

Fucking Albert Humphries, III.

I will get to the bottom of what he had planned for the woman I can no longer keep my hands or lips off of.

But I’ll do that tomorrow.

Harlow presses into me tighter when I squeeze a globe of her firm ass that fits in my hand like it was made just for me. There’s no controlling my dick any longer. He’s at full mast and knows what he wants.

I press my cock into her, and her lips go slack against mine on a gasp. I lean back far enough to look down and etch her expression on my brain so I’ll never forget this moment.

Lust and need.

It’s written all over her face.

Her name falls from my lips in a needy groan. “Harlow?—”

“Please,” she begs as she slides her hands up my pecs to wrap her hands around my neck.

My hold on her is steadfast. Nothing will convince me to let this woman go anytime soon.

“Please what?” I demand.

“Please,” she echoes and licks her lips. “Just ... please don’t stop.”

It’s my turn to echo her. “Don’t stop?”

“Make me forget. For just one night, I want to erase the nightmare from my brain and forget it ever happened. Will you help me do that?”

I shake my head.

When she realizes I’m not going to give her what shewants, a pucker appears between her brows and her body tenses in my arms. “No? But I thought?—”

I don’t allow her to finish. “If you think I’m going to agree to one fucking night with you, then the answer is no.” I grind my dick into her stomach harder. If he could punch me in the gut right now, he would, but I keep talking. “There’s no way I can take you for just one night. I haven’t even had you yet, and I know one night won’t be enough.”

She licks her lips.

“Don’t put a limit on me or a fucking expiration date,” I warn. “We might not be making declarations tonight, but one promise I’ll make you is that you’ll never be safer than when you’re with me. I’ll take care of you like you’ve never experienced before. If anyone glances at you wrong, they’ll regret it in the worst possible way. Test me—I dare you.”

Her gaze drags over every feature of my mean mug.

“Why would you do that?” she whispers.

My fingers instinctively tighten at her scalp causing her to pull in a quick breath when I tip her head back.

I lean down to take her mouth again with a force that surprises even me. She tastes like fine French wine and a dream I never thought possible. Her lips part immediately, yielding to me, begging me not to stop in a whole other way that has nothing to do with words and everything to do with her body.

Damn.