Roman’s mouth crushed against hers, hot and demanding. The kiss was everything she hated and craved, taboo, danger, hunger. Desiree’s fingers curled into his shirt without thinking, pulling him closer even though every nerve in her body screamed that this was a terrible idea.

For one dizzying heartbeat, the world disappeared. All she could taste was him, dark and intoxicating, like the kind of sin she’d never dare to crave. Her breath came in short breaths, tangled with his own, and her ...