Chapter forty-seven
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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“compliments?
How many girls have bled on your sheets?”
He titled his head slightly, a new amusement in his eyes as he dragged his gaze from my knuckles to my lips. This felt intimidating in a way.
Watching him here, naked and closer doing nothing to touch me or violate me feel like a whole new level of newness with an intimate feeling that I couldn't push away.
“Too many. Where should I start?” He asked, lowering himself, as he didn't let go of my hand.
And when he took another sip, he licked his lips after that.
My mind kept registering all the little details about him that I felt like I was breaking so many rules in this world, even though my gaze was too obvious he didn't comment or feel uncomfortable.
Perhaps he always had peop
