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tryst but he felt soothed knowing she was in the same city.
    “As long as you promise there won’t be a repeat of what happened when you were in Aspen, we’ll be okay.”
    “I don’t think snow is forecast for Vegas this week.”
    “It had better not be. I want you back here in five days, or I’m coming to get you wherever the hell you are.”
    Aspen . Only hellishly cold showers and the impossibility of removing himself from his sister’s clutches on short notice had stopped him hopping on a plane and tracking her down at her hotel when she’d been stuck there two months ago. On the bright side, he’d known once and for all then that he wasn’t suffering this insanity alone. He’d stayed put in LA, and his patience had paid dividends.
    She’d returned, crazy hot for him, wearing a tight skirt that had made him want to hunt down and kill every man who’d seen her sexy little ass.
    He’d brought her here straight from the airport, and they’d barely walked in the door before she’d ripped his clothes off, almost sobbing with need.
    “Fuck me, please. Fuck me now!” she’d begged.
    He’d rammed into her, right there, up against the front door. Shit, he’d never come so quickly in his life. Luckily, she’d come just as fast, her hoarse screams echoing through the apartment.
    He loved her screams. Especially the way she threw her head back just before she let them rip. That particular experience still had the power to blow his mind. The lack of foreplay, the rough and readiness of it, the crazed possession of each other. His cock threatened to explode just thinking of it.
    So why not now?
    Take her and to hell with foreplay.
    “You don’t own me, Enzo. So stop growling out threats. If I have to stay longer in Vegas it would be because of work, and I won’t have you jeopardizing that under any circumstances. Right now it’s the only important thing in my life.” Pain darkened her eyes and a bite of regret cut through his supremely aroused state.
    Yeah, there was a lot of pain and regret all round. He could forgive a lot of things, but never betrayal. And hers had been the ultimate betrayal.
    He reached a hand up, curled it over her hip, clasped his other on the back of her neck and forced her head down. She gasped and braced her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance.
    “You think I don’t own you? Then what are you doing here? From the moment I saw you, you’ve been mine. You’ve fucked up a beautiful thing beyond reason, but you still belong to me.”
    “No, I came because I wanted to. It was my choice, my free will.”
    “Bullshit. You’re trembling with the promise of what I am about to do to you. You crave me, you exist for this. Nothing and no one can come close to giving you what I can, not even your precious job. You came because you belong to me. It’s as simple as that. I call, you come.”
    “On Fridays. I belong to you only on Fridays ,” she whispered. “And I didn’t fuck us up, Enzo. I know you don’t believe me—”
    He dragged her down and shut her up with a kiss. Firstly because he didn’t want to be reminded of the past, but mostly because he’d had enough of the song and dance.
    The need to kiss her trumped all else.
    At the first taste of her, his anger receded. She was hot, potent, pure temptation. And her smell – an alluring blend of summer sunshine, apples, and orgiastic sex - made his chest tighten with lust and pain. Everything he’d missed like crazy in the past six days was within his arms. Everything she would’ve denied him if his sister hadn’t called him, furious at Lexi’s unscheduled appearance at the hospital.
    If he hadn’t contacted Lexi, she’d have left for Vegas without a word, without fulfilling her weekly bargain to him. His anger returned with a vengeance. Wrenching his mouth from her clinging lips, he pushed her away and sat back.
    “Take off your clothes,” he instructed.
    Confusion clouded her eyes. “What?”
    Normally, that