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“Is that tradestalkingme?”
“I’d love to stalk you. Unfortunately, you make it hard.”
“That’s not creep level one hundred or anything.”
I back up when he advances, and my body smacks into a shelf. Cleaning bottles tumble on the floor, and Antonio kicks one away from my foot.
His eyes lock on mine before roaming down my body like I’m an expensive item he’s debating on buying.
Shamelessly, I do the same to him.
We haven’t had a single encounter where I didn’t find him the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen—not even when he was ruthlessly torturing a man. Everything about Antonio is seductive, but my favorite part about him is that even thoughhe’s handsome, he hasn’t made it his entire personality, like so many attractive men do.
Tonight, he replaced his suit with an all-black tux.
He inches closer, lowering his head to nudge his nose against mine.
My heart vibrates in my chest.
Antonio possesses an angelic charm, but deep down, his soul is no angel. It’s desolation, one that’ll drag you to your ruin. As I stand there, cornered in the shadowy closet, I wonder if I’ll face that same fate.
He nearly confirms it when he says, “I think our run-ins are fate, princess.”
I gulp. “Fate has no room in my life.”
Antonio might call me princess, but my life is no fairy tale.
“Your brother paid me a visit.” He clutches my chin between two fingers and pulls it toward him, so I’m looking straight at him. “He warned me to stay away from you … something about it being wrong that we shared a conversation about the weather.”
“You said it yourself. I’m untouchable. You should’ve expected the repercussions of cornering me. You lay a hand on me, a Marchetti will brutally murder you.” My muscles tighten at the thought. “You think venom is a crappy way to die? It’ll be nothing compared to dying at the hands of my father.”
A chilling laugh leaves him. “It’s funny you assume I fear death.”
“What do you fear then?”
“People I love dying.”
I catch my breath, and my knees buckle when he skims a finger down my bare arm.
“Another fear? I’ll lose my mind if I don’t fuck you soon.”
I moan, grasping that I’m as mentally disturbed as him.
Antonio doesn’t want to love me.
To marry me.
He wants tofuck me.
Plain and simple.
I’m forbidden, and men love nothing more than to bite into forbidden fruits. Ask stupid-ass Adam with the apple lodged inside his throat.
But unfortunately for me, I want all those things with Antonio.
Love.
Marriage.
