“You’re trembling,” he observed, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin of her shoulders. He wasn’t mocking her; he was stating a fact, as if her fear were merely another detail to be catalogued and filed away.
Olivia’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “This isn’t... you can’t just do this. This is kidnapping, Salvatore. It’s wrong.”
“It is what it is,” he replied, his gaze dropping to her lips before returning to her eyes. “I am not interested in your moral objections. I am interested in your presence.”
He reached behind her with one hand, his fingers brushing against the wood of the vanity as he found the silk ribbon of her blouse. With a single, deft motion, he undid the knot. The fabric loosened, slipping slightly off one shoulder.
Olivia’s breath hitched, her hands coming up to grasp
