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Faith
I stare up at Warren’s icy blue eyes. It feels like they’re searing through me and seeing all the parts of me I keep hidden even from myself.
I squirm under his potent gaze and frown. “So, I don’t understand.” I shake my head in confusion. “You don’t want me as an intern?” Why the hell did he drag me down here then?
Warren’s eyes flare with blue fire again before he takes a predatory step closer to me.
“My sweet girl,” he croons at me in a voice smooth as velvet, “let me make myself clear if I haven’t already. I don’t give a fuck about having an intern. I wantyou. Any way I can get you.”
My breath hitches, and my cheeks flare at both his words and the look in his eyes.
“So, this was all just a trick to get me here?”
His lips thin before he growls, “No. I never meant to trick you, but I can’t have you interning with Monroe. He’s not a good man, Faith.”
Goosebumps break out over my skin at the way he says my name. “And you are?” I challenge him. He can’t be that great of a man if everyone calls him the devil.
“No.”
I blink at his admission.
“I’m not a good man,” he goes on in that deeply seductive voice of his. “But at least I’m honest about it. They don’t call me the devil for nothing, angel princess. I’m a temperamental bastard, a cutthroat businessman. I’ll stop at nothing to get what I want.”
His eyes pin me in their gaze, letting me know in no uncertain terms thatI’mwhat he wants and that he’ll stop at nothing to get me.
Maybe I should be offended by the implication, but a part of me thrills at it. This powerful, sexy business tycoon has decided he wantsme—so much so that he can’t stand the thought of me interning for someone else.
But still…I have to have principles, and I have to stand on them.
“I have to go,” I tell him as I back away from him.
He’s on me in a flash, his big arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush to him.
I gasp when my breasts crash against his chest, my hands instinctively coming up to lay flat on hard slabs of muscle.
His huge hands splay across my back, branding me with his touch, and I feel his huge erection pressing against my stomach. My eyes widen when I feel just how huge it is. Jesus, it’s probably as big—if not bigger—than my wrist.
My core shouldn’t tighten at that knowledge, and moisture definitely should pool between my legs, but it does. I should be trembling at the thought that he wants to put something that big inside of me, but instead, my body is revving up like a racecar at the Daytona 500.
“Don’t run from me again, Faith,” he growls, and that growl sends fire racing through my veins. I imagine how it would sound right in my ear. I feel the rumble of it underneath my palms where they’re pressed against his chest, and I feel my knees going weak as I’m surrounded by him, his intoxicating scent wrapping around me like a boa constrictor.
The scent of his cologne is something decidedly masculine, like bergamot and citrus and sandalwood somehow all wrapped into one. I realize it’s my new favorite smell.
I tremble in his hold, and his eyes soften as they gaze down at me, closer than ever before.
“You say I make you speechless, but you make me insane. What is it about you that captivates me so?” His eyes rove over my face as if he’s looking for the answer. “From the moment I saw you in that pretty peach dress, I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you. Of what it would be like to hold you like this.” His arms tighten around me with his words.
“Of what it would feel like to run my fingers through your hair.” He lifts his hand and spears his fingers into my hair, undoing my bun until my locks tumble around my shoulders. A rumble of approval vibrates in his chest as he runs his fingers through my hair.
“Of what these lips taste like.” His lips hover right above mine. I can feel his hot breath fanning over my lips, and they begin to tingle and grow heavy in response.
My god, I want him to kiss me.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he groans and crashes his lips onto mine.
His kiss isn’t gentle. It’s a rush of fire, burning me from the inside out. It’s hard and demanding, like he’s punishing me for claiming so much of his attention. I whimper under the assault, but that only spurs him on.