REINA
The car door slammed shut, and the world narrowed to just us. Tinted windows up, engine still ticking as it cooled, the faint smell of leather and his cologne filling the small space. Domenico’s hand was already on my jaw, fingers digging in, tilting my face up so I had to look straight into those dark, furious eyes.
He looked wrecked. Gorgeous. Jealousy made the sharp line of his jaw tighter, made the vein in his neck pulse, made his pupils blow so wide I could barely see the brown anymore. I loved it. Loved how possessive he got, how he couldn’t hide it even though he tried. It made him hotter. Meaner. More mine in this stolen moment.
“You think this is funny?” he growled, thumb pressing hard against my bottom lip, forcing it open. “Making me sit there while you pick out f*****
