Chiara
I couldn’t breathe.
Domenico’s mouth was on mine like he meant to steal something from me.
My thoughts. My sanity. My will.
I should have pushed him away. Of course, I did try, but my hands against his chest weren’t strong; they were trembling.
He was kissing the life out of me, and even though I pushed him and tried to break free, a terrifying part of me didn’t want him to stop.
His lips moved against mine with slow, consuming hunger, and his hands slid up my bare thigh. The touch sent a sharp, electric jolt through me, and I gasped into his mouth.
“f**k… Domenico…” I moaned before I could stop myself.
Something strange rippled low in my belly, and my body felt hot and too sensitive all at once.
The way he touched me, the way he kissed me… oh dear God, it did something to
