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To my surprise, the vibrator stops.
“My baby’s got bite,” he softly says.
“Maybe I’ve just been too broken for you to feel it.” I swipe at my tears. “Go on. Say it back. I hate you, too, Riley.”
I brace for his response, but when it comes, it shatters me. “Our first time, you struggled so beautifully, taking me inch by inch until you relaxed into it. I’ve never seen someone submit so perfectly.”
The memory cuts deep, as does the reminder I’m not his only partner.
“Remember what you said afterward?”
I shake my head, unable to speak.
“That I’m the best kind of hurt.”
“I trusted you.” There, I said it.
“I never asked for your trust.”
“No,” I whisper. “You were too busy demanding my heart and soul.”
“You came alive beneath my touch.”
“I’ve been making love to a heartless killer.”
He snorts. “Fucking a heartless killer.”
I spin on him. “No. We made love the last time.”
Even in the dim light, I see the tic in his jaw. He cranks up the radio, and a simmering tension replaces conversation. Once we reach the villa, a garage door lifts. He speeds beneath it like a demon, hitting the brakes at the last minute, mere inches from the wall, on the verge of snapping.
I’m thrust forward in my seat, my palms hitting the dashboard. “Sandro?” I shout. What in God’s teeth? Is he completely, utterly deranged?
“Fuck.” He pounds the steering wheel.
Wide-eyed, I stare at him.
He glares at me, and then in the next blink, exits the car.
“Where are you going?” I should be thankful his fun and games are over. Not concerned.
“To find a motherfucking brunette.”
He disappears inside.
And it hits me who he means … the six women on his staff …
I was wrong that first night.
He’s the worst kind of hurt.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“What does fidanzata mean?” I hurry after Tommaso with my question. Four days have passed since the incident with Sandro. I’ve hit the beach early and spent my days swimming, eating picnic-packed lunches, and avoiding him. Not that he noticed or cared, with his bordello of brunettes.
I kick at the sand, the thought unbearable. If I don’t figure out how to escape, I’m going to lose my mind.
Tommaso slows his pace. I bet he’s regretting his decision to fish today. “Girlfriend or fiancée—depends on the context.”
