Sold to the Devil's Heir

ls were made and futures were destroyed over single-origin espresso. Dante Voss lounged in his chair, one ankle crosse

ante drawled, swirling his espresso. "You're the one who ran the compa

silver hair was swept back, his suit immaculate, his eyes as cold as t

the tabloids. The models. The actresses. The scandals. They think you're nothing but a cock wit

aw tighte

rust with their investments. The only way to do that is to get married. Settle do

ed flatly. "You want me to

to marry E

roze on the rim

g his daughter instead. It's a win-win. You get a wife, I

g me a woman t

ng women for free your whole life. Th

ut the café door swung open, and e

n like a sto

al radiance. She wore a cream-colored blouse with a deep V-neck that plunged dangerously low, showcasing the generous swell of her breasts-full, round, straining against the fa

every step. Her face was a work of art-full lips painted a soft rose, high cheekbone

got how t

d the table, and his cock stirred in his trousers like it recognized a predator

magazine covers and had men begging at her feet. He'd bedded actresses and sup

ck was wron

k to her cleavage, the way her breasts pressed together, the shadow of her cleavage promising heaven and damnation

red his throat.

ered, though his eyes were

didn't look at him-not once. She pulled the contract toward herself, snat

diated off

her hand as she scrawled her name. She thought he was a monster. A

asn't

nd Dante caught a glimpse of the valley between her breasts, the subtle s

narled internally. You

ody wanted to bend her over this table and bu

ish, then dropped the pen like it had bu

, his voice oily with satisfac

d Elara's hea

s sharp, incredulous. "T

smoothly. "The venue, the guests, the flowers. Everythi

lenched into fists on the table. She looked like she wanted

shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He'd been silent th

rough gritted teeth.

sing to look at her. "It's just a marriage

snapped. "You sold me. You

g darker. Interest. This woman had fire. She wasn't a meek little

wildfire i

leave you two to get acquainted. Congratula

's father, who practically scurr

r click

le

eliberate slowness. Her chest was heaving with barely suppressed rage. A

u

e dripping with venom. "A new sex toy to pla

tory smile. "Honey, you're not even in

did you just stare at my ch

He hadn't realized

g at the cont

e lacy edge of her bra. "You were imagining what it would feel like to bury your fa

control

her out of her chair. She stumbled into his chest, and h

w and dangerous. "I was imagining bending you over this table, li

er eyes widened, but

e whispered, her

he want

stop. This was a business arrangement. His father's comp

heat of her skin, the scent of her perfume-somethi

he rasped. "Tell

you," she spat. "

?" he asked, his lips brushing he

ps rocked forward, grinding against the bulge in his

Let yourself feel it. Let y

lips parted beneath his, and he tasted her-sweet, warm, addictive.

but they fisted in his shirt inste

"You want me," he said, his voic

kill you,"

e th