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“Oh, princess, I’m not confessing my love for you. Love and trust aren’t parallel.”
“Love is trust.”
“Love is a bullshit excuse to sell heart-shaped candies.” He pauses and skillfully leans me backward in a dip, my head hovering so close to the floor that it nearly hits it.
I gasp, ignoring the stray hairs that break free from my crystal clip, and wait until I’m upright before replying, “You say that about love because you’ve never experienced it … never felt heartbreak like so many others have.”
“Heartbreak is a fraud.” His expression darkens. “Trust me, Giana, I’ve held another man’s heart in my hands. It doesn’t easily break.”
My hands rest on his shoulders. “You’re so romantic.”
“Which of our few interactions gave you the idea I was romantic?”
“The part where you asked me not to give my heart to anyone else or—I don’t know—when you forced my dance partner to switch places with you.”
“Is it not clear I want you?”
I shiver, goose bumps spreading along my skin.
“I want toownyou,” he adds. “I want to touch you.Fuck you.”
“No one will everownme. And the only man who will everfuck mewill be my husband.”
I need to pull away from him.
But I can’t.
As fucked up as it is, I want every second I can get with Antonio. Maybe I’m as messed up in the head as everyone else in our world.
Maybe the ugliness, the recklessness, the sins have seeped into my being.
What is it they say?You become your environment.
Maybe Antonio is waking it up, showing me who I truly am.
Even wearing the mask, I know my desire is clear on my face.
“Come on. Let’s go,” he says in the sameI want to fuck youtone.
“Go where?”
“Wherever I take us.”
“There are eyes everywhere I go.”
“Then maybe I should gouge those eyes out.”
A wave of dizziness hits me as he unfastens my clip, releasing my hair to drape across my exposed shoulders.
He separates from me and stretches out his hand, withdrawing little by little, testing me. “How brave are you, princess?”
When I take his hand, I blame it on a lapse of judgment.
Or maybe it’s my obsession with him.
The drug of Antonio Lombardi I’ve formed an addiction to.
We keep our heads low while he leads me off the dance floor to the exit. I silently pray no one is watching, and with each step, my heart races faster.
