LUCA'S POV.
Bloody f**k.
She's poison; every word that came off her lips was no better than venom, and I just kissed her?.
“Are you insane?” She asked. Spitting continuously against the grass, I watched, not moving as she wiped at her lips aggressively and then turned back to face me, her eyes filled with rage.
“You talk too much, Isabella. Weren't you so jealous earlier? What's so hurtful about a kiss?” I inhaled again, grinning wider, trying to mask my own surprise.
I had kissed her without thinking, and if looks could kill, I bet I'd be dead by now.
“You may be married to this facade we have going on, but if you bloody touch me without my consent again, I'll murder you,” she spat.
A smile stretched on my lips, relieved to see she wasn't thinking too much into the kiss just as I
