Francesca
GIULIO and I watched the sunset as the yacht sailed back to Siderno. We were both quiet, lost in thought.
And one thing you should know, Francesca, is that I always get what I want.
Was Faust telling me he wanted me? That was certainly implied when he cornered me against the wall and pinned me with his body. I hadn't felt afraid at that moment. Well, maybe a little, but not because I thought he would hurt me. I was afraid of my reaction to him, of how excitement pulsed between my legs with just one look from him. My n*****s hardened every time he was within fifty feet, as if issuing some kind of warning.
Except I didn't want to run away from him. Far from it.
I thought of his hand on my throat, the heat and strength of his body as he surrounded me, and I wanted m
