[Adelaide Knowles]
He blows out a raspberry, “Wow, harsh. Muffin.” His gaze doesn't leave me either even as he steps closer, closing in the space between us. His hands are folded across his chest, revealing his strong arms. “You didn’t seem that way when I had my fingers inside you.”
I inhale a sharp breath, my heart is racing with the proximity between us, letting his cologne assault my senses, he smells like the sexiest human alive and I’m trying to keep it still. “And now, I do.”
“Cazzo!” He cusses out in a low tone, “What do you want from me, piccolo muffin? An apology?”
A humourless laugh courses through me, I throw my head sideways for a second, “I want more than an apology, Christian. Are you willing to give it to me?”
“You don’t get to do that,” He grits his teeth in frustrat
