Henry is the scarred one of the deadly duet. Everyone fears him, avoids him, and he takes his pleasures out on the whores he controls. He does whatever it takes to get the job done, even kill a woman’s boyfriend in front of her.
Lydia knows there is more to Henry than meets the eye but she will not be the one to find out the truth. She wants nothing to do with him or the world he’s involved in. When they are kidnapped, she has to put her faith in him to get them out.
Witnessing the damage done to Lydia, Henry promises to kill everyone responsible. With no other choice, Lydia sees the real man within him. She can no longer walk away as she has fallen in love with the scarred one. What will she do when his need for vengeance puts her at risk once again?
He tilted her head back, stroking his thumb across the fading lines of her bruise. The pain in his eyes was so clear to see that he took her breath away. “Every time I look at you and I see these I’m reminded that those bastards are still out there.”
Lydia gripped his hand. “Don’t do that, Henry. You’ll get them when it’s time. You don’t need to rush to find them for me.”
“I promised you I’d kill them.”
She’d been surprised when she hadn’t developed nightmares the first night she was here. Any time she got scared she would wake and think about Henry and all of her problems would fade away.
“I believe you.”
“You’re not afraid?”
“Of you? No, I’m not afraid.” She licked her lips then glanced down to stare at his lips. What would it feel like for him to kiss her?
“You’ve changed since last time?”
“A lot more is going on now. I wasn’t afraid of you last time. I didn’t know you. I don’t know you now, but what I do know is you won’t hurt me.” She reached out to touch his scarred cheek. He didn’t pull away from her, and she traced the outline of the mark on his skin. “This tells me a story. It’s not a nice story or an easy one, but there’s more to you than meets the eye, Henry.”
“What are you doing to me?” he asked.
She released his cheek and covered his hand that held her face. “The exact same thing you’re doing to me.” Lydia dropped his hand down to her breast. Her heart was racing, and she couldn’t stop what she wanted. She wanted to have his hands all over her body, to feel what he was doing to her. He cupped her breast, and she released a breath. “This is what you do to me every time we’re together. I can’t stop thinking about you.” This was the first time she’d ever put herself out there with a man. She never allowed herself to get too close. Most of the men she’d been with had used her for sex and money. Darren had only used her because she’d been convenient as she had a place to stay. God, when was she going to stop falling for losers who only wanted her for what she could give them?
Stepping back, she shook her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
With her humiliation complete she wanted to do nothing more than go and hide underneath a rock.
“No.” He caught her hand and eased her back against him. She stared up into his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“What I’ve been imagining for so damn long. I can’t go another second until I know exactly how you taste.” He dropped his head toward hers, and before she could stop him, his lips were on hers.