His laughter clanged in the open café. It was a sound Kassandra had so rarely heard that she stared at him, her breath caught somewhere in her throat.That lean chest rumbled as if he couldn’t contain it. From the long column of his throat to the sharp grooves in his sliced cheeks, he was gorgeous to behold.It seemed the café froze around them to take in the sight.A woman at the next table stilled with her coffee cup halfway to her mouth, her gaze eating him up. Still laughing, he pushed back the thick lock of jet-black hair that fell onto his forehead.And the solid gold band on his finger glinted in the streetlight.The twinkle of the metal struck Kassandra in the chest as if it were an arrow.The wedding band... He was wearing his wedding band.The ring she had slipped onto his finger while tears had pooled in her eyes. The ring that had bound her to him in the holiest of bonds and yet was nothing but a shackle...Why did he wear the damned ring? Had he worn it that day aboard Ka
She had been Without a doubt.Darian didn’t know what more shocked him. The fact that she would tell such a white lie about something so trivial or the reality of her lifeless, joyless flatIt was as if she had intentionally designed herself a sterile prison cell and had punished herself.Everything inside him recoiled at the thought that she had lived like this for five years. Why? Why live as though she was punishing herself when she had argued with him so furiously that she wanted it to end?Had Rhode’s death scared her so much? Had it really changed her?There was not a single thing out of place in the living room, or the small kitchen, or in the glimpse he had caught of her bedroom. She had everything she required.The cupboards were full of silverware; a plasma television adorned the wall in the living room, yet was coated with five layers of dust.There were no decorative items, no knickknacks. Just the bare essentials wherever he looked. The walls were a pristine white exactly
"Answer me.""No, I don’t regret it. I would have done anything to save you from that drug-induced-drink-all-night-reckless-party life."No denial rushed out of her this time. Instead, she closed her eyes and bent her head to his chest. The raw intimacy of the gesture flayed him, reaching a part he didn’t know he possessed.Her shoulders pushing at his chest, the scent of her coating the air he breathed, her lithe form was so tempting. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, he wanted to bury his mouth in... Feeling like an iron anvil was sitting on his chest, he clasped her wrists to push her away.Instead, the pad of his thumb moved over the plump vein of its own will.Her breaths came in a slow rasp until, suddenly, she looked up. His lungs burned for air as her fingers laced around his, as a blunt nail raked the center of his palm, her molten brown gaze clung to his lips.Something so desperate and wanting flashed in her gaze that Darian dropped her hand.It was so unlike Kassandra
She cleared her throat and started again but resolutely kept her gaze away from him. "This one time, we snuck into his room and stole a bottle of whiskey. Only he caught us...""Whiskey, Kassandra?""We were just goofing around, Darian. We were seventeen.""My father was an alcoholic who stole from his own parents, sold our house just so that he could drink, and drove my mother away. Rhode wasn’t supposed to even touch that stuff."Shock flared in her gaze, widening those beautiful eyes. Only then did he realize how much he had betrayed. "I had no idea, Darian.""What did he do, Kassandra?""Oh, he told us we could drink the whiskey—" color stole into her cheeks and she wouldn’t meet his eyes "—as long as we were also going to join him for a threesome after.""Cristo! Of all the things to say to—"As if expecting his reaction, Kassandra sighed. "We dropped the bottle where we stood and we ran, Darian. Kal was used to...he knew how to deal with us."Unlike you, her unsaid accusation sc
The responsibility of bearing that name, the reality of being the woman Darian would respect and know and want...it sent shivers down her spine.The usual white dress shirt he wore was unbuttoned, showing dark olive skin. His cuffs, folded back, displayed his muscled forearms, to the veins extending from his wrist and down... The sight of those powerful thighs, encased in tight blue jeans, made her remember how hard and corded they had been against her own. Made her wonder how they would cradle her if she...Heat, that had nothing to do with her running, pooled under her skin. The stretchy fabric of her Lycra top rasped against her nipples; the soft hem of her shorts rubbed against her inner thighs...She was breathing like she had run another few laps, her skin so overheated that dunking into the pool was so inviting. Just as she found her willpower and took a step, she heard her name.Turning slowly, she saw his fingers laced against his chest, a faint color bleeding into those chee
"I think you will love the estate. I barely took my jeep out when I got stopped so many times today. Everyone already knew your name, and everyone had tales to tell about you. Rosa, "he said, coming closer," even said she had never met such a hardworking and lovely young woman."Kassandra frowned, as if trying to keep her shock out of her face. Of course, I was forced to be nice to her. Your housekeeper is an evil genius that bewitched me with that decadent dark coffee and servings of baklava. ""The important question is how many things have you lied about?" he continued, as if uninterrupted.Her skin paled, leaving such a frightened look in her eyes that Darian jerked her around to him.Was it that unwise desire that widened those beautiful eyes?Was the pain in her eyes when she spoke of Rhode real?The whole week that he had been gone, he had found himself running through every encounter he had ever had with Kassandra.He wondered why she had done so many things he had forbidden h
She stared, unblinking. Her nostrils flared. "You're..." disgusting.It was addictive to play her own game with her, so compelling to watch the different expressions pass through her eyes. At that moment, there were no lies she could tell him. At that moment, the connection between them was as explosive and destructive as the wildfire that had wrecked through the surrounding acreage a few years ago.A fire that was going to need feeding soon if he didn’t want it to consume him, as it had already begun to...if he didn’t want to lose all sense of right and wrong.And what was wrong with wanting his own wife in his bed? Maybe if he gave in to the fire, he could function normally again."You wanted to know," he goaded her."No, I didn’t. I was just trying to make a point. ""You sounded like a nagging, jealous wife. Just what I wanted my marriage to be. "All color fled from her face, leaving her gaze stricken. Tears pooled in her eyes. And the sight of those big brown eyes brimming with
Kassandra would have had her meeting with the retail buyer this afternoon.The small nugget jolted through Darian’s subconscious like he had set up a reminder chip in his brain to go off every hour. All through his day, through numerous meetings, he found himself thinking of her, of how nervous she had been last night, of how he had seen her work long hours, only remembering to eat because Rosa threatened her.In the last two weeks, he had found that he couldn’t fault her dedication or hard work. And the night before last, learning that she had once again skipped her dinner, he had gone into her workroom.He had found himself on her doorstep, stunned into silence as Kassandra commanded Anna to turn around slowly. Anna was almost as tall as him, so he was the perfect model to showcase a knee-length sheath dress in red silk.Simple yet chic, it touched Anna with a sophistication she hadn’t possessed before.Suddenly, he was extremely glad that Romanos had pushed him and Kal to start the