It was suffused with sensual lust, his eyes glowing with it, the flesh stretched taut over the hard planes and angles of his face. The clean white silk gown she wore might as well not have been on her body. The way he was looking at her stripped it from her, revealed the hardened tips of her breasts and the dew she knew was accumulating on the curls between her thighs. “Has Vanderale been your lover?” he asked her, his voice rough, grating with animalistic fervor. Ria swallowed tightly. “Not in this lifetime. I grew up watching that man play more games than a chess master.” She had no intentions of allowing him to play games with her heart or her emotions. And Dane wasn’t above it. He was a good man, but his focus was set on the protection of his parents and the Breeds rapidly making their mark in society. He would do whatever it took to protect both. And if that meant breaking her heart, he would apologize, he would regret it, but he would do it over and over again. “And when you leave here?”
