“Let go of my wrists, Leonardo.”
Ines didn’t yell. Her voice came out cold and flat against the heavy iron vault door. Her hands were still pinned above her head, his thick fingers bruising her skin, but she didn’t flinch. She stared straight into his eyes.
“You heard me,” she whispered, leaning into his heat until her lips almost brushed his jaw. “The clock is ticking. We have less than twelve hours before the system locks us out permanently, the inheritance gets dumped into charity, and we both lose everything. If you want to choke on your own secrets, do it after we fix this f*****g problem.”
Leonardo’s chest rose hard against hers. His breathing was uneven, rough, his skin burning through his shirt. For one long second, his grip tightened until his knuckles turned white, like he wan
