The tablet shattered when Angelo hurled it against the wall. The screen exploded into sparks, glass raining across the rug like a spray of diamonds. I flinched, instinctively pulling the tatters of my dress tighter around me. My skin was still raw where he had claimed me, bruised by his mouth, his hands, his body. And now, in the span of a breath, the heat between us had curdled into suspicion, fury, danger.
The study door was still half-open. His men shifted in the hall, the silence taut, bristling. One wrong word, and blood would stain the mansion again.
“Out,” Angelo barked, his voice a whip crack.
They vanished instantly, leaving us alone.
The heavy door thudded shut. His gaze pinned me where I stood, my hair tangled, lips swollen from his kiss, dress ripped from his need. I felt s
