“Liar.” He rolled me suddenly onto my back, pinning me beneath his heavy body. His ice-blue eyes gleamed in the low light filtering through the curtains, dangerous and hungry. Blood streaked his sharp jaw, his chest, even matted in the dark hair trailing down his abdomen. He looked like a demon who had crawled straight from hell.
And he was beautiful,terrifyingly beautiful.Rossi braced himself on one forearm, his free hand trailing through the mess on my skin,smearing the dried crimson across my breasts, circling my hardened ns until I arched despite myself.
“Look at you,” he growled softly. “My sweet, innocent Kiara… painted in death because of me. Your father offered you like a lamb to the slaughter, your little friend Lorenzo watched with jealous eyes, and enemies tried to take you fr
