The Billionaire's Vow - Excerpt
Power & Passion series
She glanced up, hoping Dimitri would be satisfied and let her go, but he was still watching her, his expression unreadable.
There was something about the way he looked at her that made her stomach tighten, something in the quiet intensity of his gaze that sent a shiver down her spine. He knew she was lying. He had known the moment she hesitated.
Her pulse thrummed, her fingers gripping the edge of the door as she forced herself to meet his eyes. Dimitri didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. The tension between them crackled in the cold air, thick and heavy, making it impossible to move, impossible to breathe.
“Get in,” he said quietly. “And drive straight home.”
She nodded, swallowing against the tightness in her throat. As she slid into the driver’s seat, she could still feel the warmth of him lingering in the space between them, a phantom sensation that made her hands unsteady as she gripped the steering wheel.
He stopped her from pulling the driver’s door closed by resting a big, warm hand on the window frame, his fingers flexing slightly against the cold metal. “Before you drive away, I want to hear you speak my name.”
Giselle’s breath caught in her throat, startled by the quiet command. “Why?”
A deep chuckle rumbled from him. “Because all night, you’ve gone to great pains to avoid saying my name ever since I ordered you to use it instead of calling me ‘sir.’” His dark eyes gleamed. “Now I want to hear it.”
“Come on, Giselle. Say it.” At her stubborn look, he grinned while his voice dropped lower, rougher. “I dare you.”
“I… can’t.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper.
“That’s a pity,” he muttered. “I’ll just have to do something that will change your mind.”
Before she could react, his lips were on hers.
A whisper of a kiss, nothing more than a teasing brush, back and forth. She swayed slightly, caught off guard by how soft, how careful he was being when everything about Dimitri De Luca screamed power and control.
She didn’t know if she moved first or if he did, but suddenly the kiss deepened—warmth, pressure, and dizzying heat.
And just as she tilted her head, craving more… he pulled back.
