Adriana
I woke up naked in Matteo’s bed. But I guess it may have been ours now.
The sheets smelled just like him.
Cigars, leather, and a darker scent that was pure male. I shifted slightly, only to wince when the soreness in my wrists and ankles screamed at me.
Pain and memories crashed back like a storm. The shadow in the club. The rough hand trying to drag me away. The panic choked me until Matteo’s arms cut through it.
His fingers were in my hair now, combing slowly, his chest rising beneath me like he’d been carved like a demigod. His voice was low, a whisper in Italian over the phone, commanding but careful, like he didn’t want to wake me.
But I was already awake. My body was sore, and my pride was completely hurt.
A shiver rippled through me, and instantly, he knew. Matteo al
