One Night: Sizzling Attraction: Married for Amari's Heir / Damaso Claims His Heir / Her Secret, His Duty. Annie West

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СКАЧАТЬ took a deep breath and kept examining the room, delaying the moment this became real. The floors were marble, rugs stationed throughout, beautifully appointed matching furniture with solid wood detail in the seating area, with a bed that boasted a matching frame in the bedroom. It was a large bed, with rich purple velvet coverings, and more pillows than she had ever seen in one place before.

      For a moment, it was nice to look at. For a moment, it seemed innocuous.

      But only for a moment.

      Then Rocco came to stand behind her, the heat from his body intense, energy radiating from him and throwing everything inside of her out of alignment. As if he’d reached into her chest and moved everything around.

      He had certainly reached into her life and done that. Moved everything around, put things on their ends.

      “Dessert should be here shortly,” he said, breezing past her and walking into the room. “Make yourself at home.”

      As if that was going to happen. “It’s difficult for me to feel at home here.”

      “Oh yes, I imagine it is quite different to your little apartment in Brooklyn.”

      Charity froze. Of course he would know all about her. He had sent the clothes to her home, after all. But hearing the details of her life spoken about by a perfect stranger just didn’t sit comfortably.

      “Do you have to imagine?” she asked, her tone crisp. “Don’t you happen to have full walk-through photographs of my home available for your perusal? You seem to know a lot about me.”

      “The art of war. One must know their enemies. Or so I have read.”

      “And I’m your enemy?”

      He closed the distance between them, curling his fingers around her arm, pulling her close. The contact of his skin against hers struck her like lightning. “You stole from me. People do not steal from me,” he said, his face close to hers, his tone deadly.

      She could sense then that he was every inch the predator she had feared. And whatever she had been afraid he might ask of her, it would likely be that and more. Because there was no softness in him. No compassion.

      He was the sort of man who only understood one thing. The cutthroat, black-and-white nature of revenge. Of killing or being killed, hunting or being hunted.

      That would limit her ability to manipulate. But her strength would lie in him underestimating her.

      He thought she was his prey. But he didn’t know that beneath this lacy monstrosity beat the heart of a beast. She had been brought up in a hard environment, with instability and poverty and all the rest.

      She hadn’t survived by being weak.

      “My father lied to me,” she said, putting her hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating hard beneath her palm. “I really thought he had finally gotten honest work. I had agreed to help him garner investments from reputable companies. I did not know he was going to take that information and siphon money out of your accounts. I promise I didn’t know.” The lie came easy, even looking into those flat, dark eyes. Because protecting her own skin was second nature. Was the most important thing. The only thing.

      “Your name is on the wire transfers. Your name is connected to the bank account the money went into.”

      “Because I agreed to help him set the accounts up.” And she knew, even as she tried to explain, that it was going to do nothing to move him. But she wasn’t going to simply stand here and allow him to level accusations at her. Not when they weren’t true. Not while she still had a chance to get him to understand.

      “Then you are a fool. Because everything I can find about Nolan Wyatt says that he is a con man. Now and always.”

      “He is,” she said, her throat tight. “But I—”

      There was a knock on the door to the suite and Rocco released his hold on her, stalking to the entryway.

      “Room service, Mr. Amari,” the man on the other side of the door said. “Where would you like me to put the tray?”

      “I will take the tray.” Rocco took control of the tray and closed the door, wheeling the coffee and two pieces of chocolate cake to the center of the room.

      If she couldn’t eat a light meal of vegetables and salmon, she was hardly going to be able to eat this.

      “Haven’t you ever wanted to believe the best of someone?” She hoped he had. She hoped he did.

      “Never. I only want the truth.”

      “I’m giving it to you. And I can only explain away the fact that I helped my father by saying I wanted to believe the best in him when I shouldn’t have. He’s the only family I have. I just wanted him to be telling the truth this time.”

      She found herself very convincing. She would be shocked if he didn’t.

      “So much that you were willing to take a chance on helping him with another fraud?”

      “My dad is small-time. I didn’t expect anything like this from him.” That much was true. She’d had no idea his designs were quite so grand. A million dollars. He’d overplayed his hand. The idiot. Anything smaller and Rocco wouldn’t have noticed, much less pursued her like this. “Yes, he’s stolen fairly large amounts of money before, and I know it. I didn’t live with him most of the time I was growing up, but when I did, we would always have times where we would move, and then we would have something for a while. A house, food, money, clothes. But it would always disappear very quickly. We would find ourselves dodging landlords, dodging police. Then, we would move again. Dad would get jobs, he called them. Then we would move again, and have things for a while. And the cycle would repeat. Eventually, he stopped taking me with him when he moved.”

      “I see. Is this meant to make me feel sorry for you?”

      “I only want you to understand...I’m a person like you are,” she said, a pleading note lacing her voice. “I made a mistake in who I trusted. Surely you understand?”

      He chuckled, a hollow sound that echoed in her chest. That made goose bumps spread over her arms. “The problem with trying to appeal to my humanity, Charity, is that I don’t have any. I can understand why you would assume differently. But let me be the one to inform you definitively that I’m not burdened by conscience. Nor am I burdened by compassion. Every cent I have, I have earned. Getting to this position in life cost me in blood and I will not allow myself to be taken advantage of. I will set an example if I must.” He moved to her again, not touching her this time, merely standing so close she could feel the heat coming from his body. “I will make an example of you if I must. Do not think I will lose sleep over throwing a beautiful woman like you in prison when it is deserved.”

      “So, is this my last meal?” she asked, indicating the food on the tray.

      Overdramatic, perhaps, but she was starting to feel desperate.

      “Either that or it is fuel to help you keep up your strength for the next couple of hours. You might find you need it.”

      Adrenaline spiked through her blood. “So, you get off on forcing women into bed?” The words СКАЧАТЬ