Vittoria's POV
"Do you understand the weight of what you did?!" he asked furiously.
"I didn't do anything," I stammered while shaking my head, trying to deny his allegations even though he didn't seem to have any doubt about them.
He frowned. He raised both his arms on the side of my head, caging me. I glanced at the door, afraid that someone would just slam it open and find us in this compromising position.
"Please... I'm already late," I gulped. His close proximity is making me dizzy. His intoxicating scent was taking over my senses. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. I was trying to gather what was left of my wits.
"Why do you care? I thought you hated me..." I whispered just enough for him to hear. A low guttural sound vibrated from his throat.
"No!" he growled. His voice sounded
