Mike let out a rich, dark laugh that vibrated against her chest.
"Sure you are." He leaned down, his nose brushing hers. "You know, I wouldn't mind having a woman like you as my wife."
"You take punishment well, and you're fucking delicious." His grin widened, revealing something more predatory. "But you should know something about me."
"I have plenty of girlfriends and even more wives."
"And they're all mine, taken and claimed."
"One woman is never enough to satisfy what I need."
Aveline's heart hammered against her ribs. Hearing him admit to being a serial conqueror, a man who treated women like trophies to be claimed and consumed, should have repulsed her.
Instead, it acted like gasoline on the fire that was consuming her. The notion that a man who collected women like precious gems was fucking her made her feel chosen, debased, and utterly electrified.
