"Ralph..." I let out a sharp breath as Ralph pulled me up. His eyes were dark, watching me keenly with both hunger and intrigue.
"Let me feel you, topolìno. I've waited so long for you, now that I have you, I am not going to let you go. You can fight if you want, but we both know it won't do any good." I swallowed hard processing his words. All the right left my body, focusing solely on his hands on my body. Whether it was guilt or my own desires, I felt strange sensations coursing through my being. It was both pleasant and terrifying.
His lids lowered, his gaze growing intent as I gazed up at him. There was thick tension between us. Raw and pure guilt ate me.
"I heard about Anya and Killian's mother." Ralph stiffened and flinched every so slightly that I might just have imagined it.
