Luciano frowned at her response. Rosa pushed against his chest, and he rolled to his side. His length pulled out of her, making her bite her lip and wince at the sudden friction.
She began to sit up, but his eyes narrowed as anger surfaced once more. He caught her face, clenching her cheeks between his fingers and thumb—careful not to touch the wound on her skin—and forced her to look at him. “What did you say?”
But his rage evaporated the moment his cold blue eyes met her tearful ones. Something shifted deep in his chest. His gaze remained icy, but the fury that had shimmered there vanished. His grasp softened, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek, though she only furrowed her brow, trying to pull away in frustration. Finally, he let her go.
“Baby,” he breathed out, his voice un
