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Lex Talionis (n.)- The law of retaliation, whereby a punishment resembles the offense committed in kind and degree.

Two wrongs. One right. He met her under the worst circumstances. She was still married. To the man who'd stolen from his company. But none of that would matter, because he would have her. At any cost.

To Chase Blaine, it really was that simple. Douglas Colton had stolen millions from Chase’s company. He had to pay. Chase had every intention of cornering the bastard and making sure he ended up in jail.

Then he came face-to-face with Douglas’s wife, Aria. One look at her changed all his plans, warping them into a much darker and perverse plot to get his revenge.

He would offer Douglas his freedom . . . in exchange for a single date with his wife.

To a man like Chase, a man that hadn’t truly felt emotions in a long time, Aria’s presence soon became more addicting than a drug. A problem considering that she might never forgive him for blackmailing her, despite the fact that at times she seems just as unwillingly fascinated by him as he is by her.

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GETTING AWAY FROM CHASE was impossible it seemed.

Lori and Adam

finished eating, and then they left. Lori promising to call Aria on Monday,

so she could drop off Adam in the morning. Aria had almost offered them a place

to stay right there. The thought of them returning to the shelter irked


Sadly, it wasn’t

that simple for Aria. Taking care of Adam one day was one thing. With Douglas

still coming and going, and things as they were at home, having Lori stay with

her would just make it all that much more complicated.  

She didn’t want to

put Lori and her kid in an awkward situation just because her husband was a

worthless prick.  

That meant that the

man following her back behind the counter was the only one in any real position

to offer Lori help. But why had he done it? And why the hell was he following


Aria pushed open

the door leading to the service hallway and stopped, waiting for Chase. She

crossed her arms and whirled around to face him, indignant and ready to give it

to him good.  

One second passed.

Then two. She blinked. He’d been following her. There was no way she could

mistake the feel of him at her back.  

Chase walked out a

second later. He shrugged into his blazer, looking like a sex icon compared to

a regular man. His vest and dress shirt tightened across his chest as he

adjusted his suit jacket.  

Aria’s arms dropped

to her sides.  

He came to a stop

before her and stared her down with a concentrated, closed-off


She swallowed hard,

feeling lost in the shade of that look. Consumed, actually. The hallway—all

fifty feet of it—was too small. Chase was too close.  

He wasn’t close


She was so damned


Aria wanted to bash

her own head into the wall.  

Chase’s lids

fluttered. The slow perusal he gave her body seemed almost angry. He was too

serious and that expression on his face bordered on becoming harsher by the


“You don’t have to

go on that date with me. I won’t force you . . . and I’ll stick to my word

about—” His eyes dropped to her left hand, where her wedding ring still sat on

her finger. “Husband.” 

Aria held in a

gasp, feeling her stomach bottom out. He was letting her off the hook, so to

speak. Releasing her from their fucked-up agreement.  

Promising to uphold

his end, even if she didn’t uphold hers.  

It was what she’d

wanted. What she’d been freaking praying for. 

So why was she


cold sensation in her gut could be described no other way. 

“Why did you offer

to help Lori out?” Aria blurted out. There was no stopping it. She needed to

know. Her hands were cold and sweating. She clenched them into tight fists at

her sides and watched his expression for any change. 

There was a change,

but not what she’d been expecting. A flicker of frustration momentarily twisted

his features, then it was gone.  

“She needs help,

Aria. From what I gather, she and that kid are in a shelter. No one is going to

hire a bruised, stitched-up woman, no matter how impressive her resume or

skills are. She needs a job and I’m in the position to give it to her.” Chase

glared at her. “I’m not that much of a bastard that I’d turn my back on her. I

know that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve already told you many times: I know what

I did to you was wrong.” 

Aria’s lips


Chase clenched his

fists, obviously fighting with himself. “Aria . . . you don’t have to go

anywhere with me. I won’t press charges on Douglas. And you can just . . . just

forget everything.” 

Her mind was in a

void of confusion when he turned and began to walk down the hall. 

Right toward the

exit leading out to the street. 

Her racing thoughts

went into warp-drive. He’d just freed her from her end of their bargain, and

wasn’t going to go after Douglas.  

He’d offered to

help Lori out of her situation.  

Chase had to be the

most confusing, intriguing, and—fuck it all to hell—attractive man

she’d ever met.  

And he was about to

walk out that door. 



Chase jerked to a

stop, one hand braced on the door.  

Aria. What the hell

are you doing?

His shoulders rose

and his back tensed, but he didn’t turn in her direction.  

He was willing to

back out of their agreement and stick to his end of it, without getting

anything in return. Douglas had stolen hundreds of thousands, if not millions,

from his company; he deserved to go to jail and Chase was willing to let him go

free. All for her. 

It seemed fair that

she’d go along with what she was planning to do. At least, that’s what Aria

told herself as, heart racing, she took a step toward him. “I’ll go.” 

That had Chase’s

head spinning in her direction. “What?” 

She opened her

mouth, desperate for some air. His expression was almost frightening. But she

wasn’t scared. She dared to poke and squint at the emotion she felt, and

recognized it for what it was. Exhilarated. Excited. 

She was starting to

feel like an adrenaline junkie. 

“I said I’ll


He started walking

back toward her, each step slow and methodical. Brows hard. Eyes dark. He

studied her, piercing straight through her with that hard look.  

Aria felt



Taken aback, she

blinked rapidly. “I . . . because, I . . .” Jesus. Fuck. It wasn’t fair. Chase

was like a huge vacuum, sucking all the air, and the closer he got, the less

she could breathe.  

“Why, Aria? You

were so angry that I blackmailed you into it. Why would you go now?” That last

part was asked in a low, soft tone. He stood a few feet away from her


Too damn


She couldn’t think



“It’s fair. You’re

willing to leave Douglas alone. I should stick to my end of the deal.” 

He ignored her

blurted out excuse with a shake of his head.  

An inch. That’s all

that was left between them. 

Chase’s hands shot

up, and he cupped her face between his large palms. The feel of his skin kick

started her entire system. She gasped as air rushed through her windpipe. His

scent made her throat close right back up. 

Her body



He pulled her

closer, eliminating the last bit of space between them. “Tell me the real

reason why.” He took deep breaths, his face tilted toward hers. His eyes probed


Too deep. She

couldn’t focus past that stare—his scent.  


She pressed her hands

to his chest. She had to push him away. Now. 

She couldn’t.

Everything inside her was shaken. Everything about her fluctuated wildly,

realigning in ways she couldn’t understand. Her atoms seemed to


For him. Her body

was liquefying for him

Chase cupped the

back of her neck with one hand. His thumb stroked her. The sensation barreled

through every nerve ending in her body.  

“I wish I was

strong enough, Aria. I fucking do,” he mumbled, voice gone hoarse.  

Aria didn’t have a

chance to ask him what he meant.  

He leaned down. For

a split second, she was convinced he was going to kiss her.  

And she wanted it

so fucking bad. Her body opened up, softening in preparation for that


He stopped an inch

away from her lips, eyes heavy-lidded as he focused on her mouth. He was


She couldn’t think.

His full lips were right there. All she had to do was lean up

on her toes. Less than an inch and she would know if he tasted as good as he

smelled. If those lips felt as good as— 

Chase tilted his

head and pressed his cheek against hers. He nuzzled her, his jaw sliding across

her own with the movement. 

Aria stared over

his shoulder, trapped by—what? Arousal? Confusion? Disappointment

Oh God. All

of it. 

He let loose a deep

groan that stole all the sensation from her legs. With a gasp, she clutched at

his shoulders. 

“So warm. Soft,” he

whispered, so low she almost didn’t hear him. 

Against her

goddamned will, she felt her focus zero in and become all about him. She had to

extricate herself. Get away. But her body wasn’t obeying; her nails had become

claws determined to keep him right where he was.  

No, Aria. You have

to stop this. You have to.

She didn’t want to.

She wanted more. More of his scent, his smooth cheek pressed to hers, more

of him. His lips. His— 

She pushed at his

shoulders. Her attempts were pathetic. Her body wanted, with a desperation it

had never wanted with before, and it was determined to have. “I . . . can’t . .


Chase’s hand

tightened around the back of her neck, holding her still so that he could

murmur right up against her cheek. “Aria.” 


The feel of his lips. His breath.  

The freaking way he

kept saying her name! 

“You have yet to

answer my question.” His bottom lip slid across her skin and his tongue

touched her as he spoke. 

That’s because I

can’t, you jackass. 
Oh, if only those words would leave her


She had no idea

what the answer to his question was. All she knew right then was the feel of

his tongue as it flicked her skin. The feeling palpated across her flesh,

sliced through the layers, and slid in deep.
 She fisted his

blazer, feeling faint.  

Suddenly, he backed

her up, driving her right into the wall behind her. Aria felt her back hit the

wall; she expected him to press that large, sculpted body of his into her right


God help her, she

wanted him to. 

He didn’t,

remaining inches away from her, with those lips still pressed to her


“You want me to

answer the question for you, Aria?” 

Dread raced through

her at his low, heated question. She knew that whatever he was going to say, it

would hit her too hard, too deep, and way too truthfully.  

“I’m going to tell

you what I think.” 

Please don’t. She

knew right then how obvious her body’s reaction was. It was too damned obvious.  

“I think,” Chase

paused, brushing her skin lightly with his lips. 

Aria shook her

head, choking on everything he was and everything he was making her fucking


 “You feel

this between us, Aria.” He kissed her cheek one more time, lingering just

enough to drive her wild. “As wrong as everything has been so far . . . You.

Feel. This.”  

Chase pulled away

from her and stormed down the hall. 

The sound of the

door slamming open and closed reverberated through her, mixing with the

maelstrom churning in her body.  

She sagged against

the wall.


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About the author

Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Allure Series, the Compulsions Series, and many others. She was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother's handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she'd reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.

N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn't handling her "spawn", as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator...

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