He entered, shut the door behind him, and then towered over me.
Well. . .I’m still going to tell him. . .just nicely. . .
A dark shadow fell across Gianni's gorgeous features, his handsome face now twisted into a scowl. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were drawn into a tight line.
The light in his usually sparkling green eyes seemed to be snuffed out, replaced by a cold, hard stare.
And even more. . .his hands dripped with blood.
Chapter thirteen
No Secrets, No Lies.
Blood droplets continued to fall from his hands. They fell in a steady rhythm, leaving little red splatters on the veined marble.
Gianni’s gaze locked onto mine with a piercing intensity.
The sight of him—so powerful and unsettling—sent a cold shiver down my spine.
I stood frozen, my heart racing as I stared at him.
Could it be that the fear and anxiety that had been building throughout the night had reached a crescendo?
Or was it just that right now in this moment, he truly looked like the Devil of Shadows?
Gianni’s face continued to be this mask of cold fury.
I gulped down fear.
But then, slowly, his gaze began to slip from my face, down the curve of my neck, and over the lace that clung to my breasts, hips, and pussy.
It was a slow, deliberate inspection.
And as each second passed, I saw the hardness in his murderous expression begin to soften.
The scowl faded, replaced by something darker, something primal.
Lust.
His brows smoothed out and desire blazed deep in his eyes.
And no more did his lips have the curl of a sneering snarl.
Now. . .he licked them as if insanely hungry.
O-kay.
The tension in the air shifted.
Gianni’s eyes finally met mine again, and they were no longer cold. They were filled with desire, the kind that threatened to consume me whole.
His voice went low, yet still held that murderous edge. “You look beautiful, Princess. Delicious and quite ready to be fucked thoroughly.”
My heart boomed in my ears, but I forced myself to speak. “Who did you kill?”
His lusty expression didn’t change. “Does it matter?”
“It does tome.”
