Chapter 27

Enrico Di Ravelli didn't kiss softly.

He ravished her lips like he had been starving for a taste, his tongue plunging into the wet tavern of her mouth as he sucked her lips with shameless abandon.

Maren was stunned at first, but she quickly melted into the kiss, her mind and body floating and surrendering to him.

This man was skilled in the sheets as he was with a gun.

There was no patience in the