A Taste Like Sin by Sky Lana

Author:Sky, Lana [Sky, Lana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07YR5VN5H
Goodreads: 52943952
Publisher: Lana Sky
Published: 2019-11-25T08:00:00+00:00

“I should be taken out and shot,” Damien growls as his fingers dance along the flat of my belly. As if supplying accompanying percussion, a series of garbled, protesting noises rumble from it. “You’re starving.” He sighs against the back of my throat. “Perhaps I should have insisted on dinner first after all?”

I echo his sigh and lean further into him, relishing the feel of his chest against the curves of my back. Given the warm temperature of the greenhouse, his heat should be an unwelcome addition—but I shift closer, aching to extend the burn of his flesh on mine. Even the floor, slightly damp from the humidity, feels more comfortable than it has any right to.

“I don’t want to move,” I admit, cringing from the idea of putting my dress on and reentering the real world. Or pretending that what just happened didn’t. “I want to lie here naked and never get up again.”

“Never?” he wonders in a throaty chuckle. “May I propose a compromise?”

More like an ultimatum, it seems as he pulls away. I turn to watch him sit upright in a graceful arrangement of limbs. Seemingly from nowhere, he withdraws a headset from the tangled mass of clothing beside us.

“Julio,” he says into the device. Spanish deepens the distance between us as he dishes out what I assume are a multitude of commands. Then he sets the headset aside and reaches toward our clothing again. “You do not have to move,” he says, “But I would like you covered por favor.”

He feels through the fabric and retrieves not my crumpled dress but his tailored suit jacket. Sitting up, I shudder as he drapes me in the fabric, easily maneuvering my arms into the sleeves.

He doesn’t extend the same modesty to himself, however, not even as Julio calls from the door minutes later.

“Sir?”

“Yes,” Damien replies. “The atrium, if you please.”

Heavy footsteps advance across the far end of the greenhouse, but I never see the faithful bodyguard enter this section at least. A few moments later, the steps retreat.

“All done, sir.”

“Thank you, Julio.” Once he’s sure his servant is gone, Damien stands and extends his hand toward me. “Slight movement, I’m afraid,” he admits. “But I promise it will be well worth the effort.”

I grasp his hand and allow him to pull me to my feet. Showing no concern for our discarded clothing, he starts forward, fearlessly navigating the aisles of flowers. I notice his hand feeling along the various stands, orienting himself, I suspect. But there’s an unmistakable familiarity that makes me envision him spending so much time in here that he’s memorized every inch.

“How is this for compromise?” he wonders as we reach the threshold of a large, open space beyond the main greenhouse. The same area he brought me the first time we had dinner here. Then, it served as a makeshift pizza parlor—and a chilling backdrop to a lurid conversation revolving around my virginity and his insane brother Mateo.

Now, the place reads Damien Villa down to the black tablecloth draped over a wooden table, laden with steaming plates.

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