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Benny’s concerned gaze roamed my face, pausing at my lips. “Are you warming up,mia amato?”
His love. Further heat spread through me with those words.
“Yes.” My pulse picked up as I returned his stare. “Why did you bring me here?”
A slight curve to his lips sent a shiver down my spine with a spike of lust before they hardened into a thin line. “You were harmed because of my negligence.”
Not really. I didn’t argue that point. Benny couldn’t have known Carlo’s plans. “You could have cared for me in Craven’s cottage,” I pointed out.
“No,” he growled, not offering an explanation.
“Benny.”
“You’remine,” he emphasized as his nostrils flared.
“But,” I tried to argue, “why?”
“Because you’re my everything,” he replied with such deep conviction that my heart stuttered.
“Oh, Benny.”
He lifted my hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the surface. The softness contrasted with his rough demeanor. He didn’t pull away for several seconds.
A half smile lingered, partially obscured by the mask. I hated that he felt he needed to wear it.
“Won’t you remove the mask?”
“Tell me what happened with the cab. Every detail.”
He ignored my question, which irritated me. “I thought we didn’t have secrets,” I replied.
“The cab,” he snarled.
I wasn’t playing his game. Not this time.
“At the hotel, you said no more barriers between us. No more lies or secrets,” I reminded him. “Yet you’re wearing the mask again.”
Benny sighed, dropping my hand as he stood, tugging on his hair. “I don’t like you to see me without it. To be reminded of my scars and deformity.”
“I thought we moved beyond this.” Sitting up, I leaned against the thick wooden headboard with numerous slats, pushing the pillow behind me until I found a comfortable position. “I don’t care about any of that. I never have,” I reminded him. “You know that, Benny.”
Our gaze held until my heart felt like it would burst, the thrumming so loud it echoed in my ears. The sudden need to throw myself at my phantom protector, the vengeful biker I loved above all others, nearly overwhelmed me.
No man ever looked at me the way Benny did. With just one gaze, he fueled a wildfire inside me. A raging inferno that craved his touch. A desperate thirst that only he could quench.
His silvery eyes flashed molten as if he could hear the thoughts in my head. And again, so strange that shadow flickered over them almost as if a separate entity teased its presence.
I could see he was deep in thought, and my focus shifted to the room, finding a small desk I hadn’t noticed before.
White candles of various sizes with frozen wax drippings pooling around the bottoms sat next to a stack of cream-colored stationery. Wow. Was this where Benny composed some of his letters to me?
I nearly asked until I saw the confirmation. Sticks of bloodred wax, ready to melt, and a skull wax stamp to create the raised seals.
Benny noticed where my gaze landed. “Yes, I wrote some of your letters at that desk. Others in my room in Craven’s cottage.”
The confirmation didn’t ease my frustration.
Why did he build a barrier between us again? Why was he pulling away?
