Rossi lifted his head, his lips stained faintly with my blood.
He turned me in his arms so I faced him, one hand cupping my jaw while the other pressed against the small of my back, keeping me flush against his hard body.
“Liar,” he whispered, eyes stormy with obsession. “Your pulse is racing. Your skin is flushed. Your body is weeping for the man who will ruin it,hate me all you want, Kiara. Scream at me.Fight me. But your body already knows the truth it belongs to me.”
He leaned in again, this time pressing a slower, deeper kiss to the fresh mark on my neck, his tongue soothing the sting even as his teeth grazed it once more, drawing another shiver from me.
I hated how good it felt. I hated the way my knees weakened. I hated that a small, traitorous part of me wanted him to do it ag
