CHAPTER 635. RED PROMISE. A High-Standard Service

Saying his breath hitched in one sharp jolt was an understatement. Ainara’s body had changed significantly in ten years—her curves had filled out, her skin was taut and warm over soft muscle. She was solid, a woman. Mauro couldn’t quite define it, but maybe that was the word: she had become a woman. And in her eyes, there wasn’t a shred of the innocence he once believed he had fallen in love with.

She wore a small red nightgown that didn’t aim to seduce, but even so, Mauro couldn’t stop that damned image from surfacing in his mind—the photo of the prostitute in red from the website…

“Damn it!” he growled, taking slow steps toward her with a silent denial. A second later, his mouth crashed onto Ainara’s, tearing her nightgown apart without hesitation.

She was sweet and bitter at once. The memories hurt, and yet the desire was stronger than him. Ainara’s skin burned against his, and Mauro’s hands gripped her hips possessively as he plun