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Karma
"You ass, I almost died and now you shove your...your floozie in my face? You're a real piece of work, you know that?" I struggle in his arms and he tightens his grasp.
"Stay still," he orders, "or I might drop you."
Jerk!"Don't you dare," I shove at his shoulder, and my palm encounters the hard muscles of his body. Goosebumps rise on my skin. Shit, why does he draw such a primal response from me?
He continues walking and I glance up at the jut of his chin. For a second there, when he’d kissed me, I was sure I’d been wrong about him. That he isn’t the kind of monster I’d thought him to be. He saved my life, didn’t he? He’d come after me after that…that show that he’d put on for me. Why did he do that?
“Why wouldn’t I?”
"You are scared about how I make you feel?"
His jaw tenses.
"You are worried that you are attracted to me?"
"You?" His lip curls. He stares straight ahead, lengthens his stride. "Is that what you think?"
"Why else would you have left behind that…that…?"
"Beautiful woman, who is actually the kind of female I go for. I promise you, girls with little to no experience are not my type."
"How do you know I have no experience?"
"Are you telling me that you have had experience?"
I tip up my chin, "Are you trying to ask me if I am a virgin?"
"Are you?" He lowers his chin.
I gape. "Seriously, like, is that even a thing anymore?"
He holds my gaze and the blood rushes to my cheeks.
"What?" I scowl. "Didn’t think you were the kind to worship at the altar of the hymen."
His gaze intensifies.
"But then you are Mafia, so I guess you forget that the rest of the world has progressed enough to recognize that the hymen is a myth. Many girls aren’t born with one, and most lose it thanks to exercise or when we use tampons."
He arches an eyebrow and I feel the blood rush to my face.
"What?" I snap. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Answer the question." He lowers his voice to a hush, "Are you, Karma?"
"Yes," I murmur, "I am Karma."
He scowls. "Are you a virgin, Karma?"
"None of your bloody business."
"It is, actually." His arms around me tighten and I gasp as he pulls me closer into his chest. The heat of him seems to increase in intensity. The planes of his chest seem to harden until they dig into the flesh of my arms.
"You’re hurting me," I protest.
