"What… what feelings?" she stammered, trying to gather the remnants of her composure. She tried to stand, but before she could even push herself up, Vito was there, his hand gripping the back of her head, pulling her into a searing kiss. The taste of cigarette smoke, whiskey, and his saliva mixed in her mouth, sending her heart into a chaotic rhythm. The kiss was possessive, claiming, as if he were marking her, reminding her who was in control. Then, just as quickly, he broke it, pulling away with a smirk.
"If you feel nothing, then why do my sins get to you so deep?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You say you don't care, but your eyes scream betrayal. You sure your mouth knows what your heart's doing?"
Her breath caught in her throat, but she refused to let him see her
