Chapter 10

The first few buttons of his shirt were open, as though he’d undone them in an effort to loosen up, revealing a glimpse of bronzed skin and a chiseled, tattooed chest. She wanted to trail her hands down.

Everything about the man—from the confidence in his stance to the effortless style of his black hair and the expensive cut of his suit—screamed power and money.

Under that civilized exterior, nonetheless, she could discern a tightly leashed cruelness, a creature hidden beneath a beautiful veneer.

As he raised a glass to his mouth to take a sip of warm, golden alcohol, Livia bit her lip. He may have had the face of a fallen angel, but he had the hands of a fighter. Strong and veined, Livia couldn’t help but wonder what they would feel like against her skin, between her thighs, bringing her to a shattering release.

She didn't usually visualize things this vividly, but something about him, about the pull she felt pulling her in his direction, heightened her desire for