Emma’s POV:
Anger and hurt had formed a tight pretzel in my stomach, replacing whatever floaty, happy feeling I’d had earlier.
Dammit, Emma.
Like an i***t, I kept falling for Matteo’s charms, and like an i***t, I kept getting myself hurt. The fact of the matter was that I would never mean anything to him, and he shouldn’t mean anything to me, either.
I was using him for intel to pass on to Sean. I was going to bring down his little empire and send them all to jail with the rest of the criminals.
I couldn’t get attached.
But right now, as his lips moved against mine, the dark voice in the back of my head whispered that it was too late for that.
A strong arm corded around my waist and lifted me onto the counter. It was cold against my thighs as Matteo stepped between them, never
