Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Dominic takes two steps forward, and then he practically attacks me, his mouth on mine in a hard, brutal kiss of passion. No matter how angry he may be, no matter how confused he is, right now I can tell that he wants me, that he wants to put all this behind us. And with the way his tongue sucks shamelessly on mine, he can have whatever he wants. I melt into his touch, my heart now hammering for an entirely different reason than it was a moment ago.

I clutch his dress shirt in my fingers as his hands sink into my hair, holding me close.

“You know—what they say,” I whisper between gasping, open-mouthed kisses.

“Hmm?”

The fingers of his right hand slide up my thigh. I know what his destination is, and I can’t wait to feel those fingers caressing me once again . . . readying me for his thick length.

“The bigger the—breakup, the better—the sex.” I whimper, his kisses now almost bites against my throat.

This is going to work, Presley. This is actually going to work.

But then he pulls away.

“Dominic?”

The man before me wears an unreadable mask. He steps back, releasing me. I can still feel the warm imprints of his hands, now suddenly exposed to the cool air of the room.

falling quickly, and there’s an

you, Presley. You know

My throat tightens.

And trust . . .” He swallows, his eyes

“Dom—”

eyes are dark and

“Their mother?”

says, his

this, but my curiosity has always gotten the better of

pull the sheet up to cover myself, while he remains standing beside the

and I’m not sure if he’ll answer. It wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t. He’s not exactly known for being the type to offer up personal details. But then his lips part and he

name was Sara. She was an escort I hired for an event. We clicked, and I started requesting just her. It went on that way for a

my throat. “She got

She wanted her life

Dear God, the things this man does with

than have