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“You’re a monster.”
“Where’s the money?” he asked, crouching in front of her.
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“I know.”
“I hate you,” she breathed against his lips.
He stood slowly, and the space between them shrank until she could feel the heat radiating off his skin. He smelled like whiskey and thunder. “You want to forget,” he said. “So do I. But forgetting together? That’s just a slower way to drown.” “Good
“Because if they knew we loved each other first, they’d say our rivalry was a lie.”
She turned. Her eyes were red. “Do what? Survive? Bury my husband? Pretend I didn’t know about the affair he was having with my sister?”
He kissed her like he played—furious, precise, leaving no note untouched. She bit his lower lip until she drew blood. He groaned and lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist, the rough wool of his concert tails scraping her thighs. “You’re a monster
He did. Hard. Desperate. He buried his face in her neck and whispered I love you against her pulse as she shattered around him. She held him like he was the only solid thing in a collapsing world.
He should have hit her. His boss expected blood. Instead, he laughed—a low, dark sound that surprised them both. He wiped his cheek slowly, then untied her right hand.
“You knew?” Leo whispered.
“You got a light?” she asked. Stupid. She didn’t smoke.