Nothing.
Not a single resemblance.
How could he ever have thought they looked alike?
“Rocco?” she asked tentatively.
“Fine,” he said suddenly, a strange light in his eyes. “Let’s give this a try.”
A look of pure ecstasy exploded in her eyes.
“Really? Rocco, you’ll be with me?”
Rocco didn’t answer. He just bent down and lifted her into his arms.
Moonlight streamed through the window as he tore at her nightgown.
There was no gentle give–and–take of a Mate Bond.
No resonance of the soul.
Only the violent release of his rage, jealousy, and despair.
He unleashed all his fury upon her.
1/2
She moaned beneath him, mistaking it for passion.
But Rocco knew it was just possession.
A loveless, bestial conquest.
At dawn, Scarlett curled against him, sighing with contentment.
“Rocco, now we’re a real couple.”
He looked at her with cold indifference.
“Get up,” Rocco said, getting dressed. “We’re going to reclaim the penthouse that was prepared for the Luna.”
She jumped up, her eyes shining with excitement.
“You mean… I’m going to live there? I’m going to be the mistress of that home?”
Rocco looked at her expectant face and, in the dim morning light, a strange, dark smile spread across his lips.
