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“It’s what you make me do, Alessa,” I murmur, not daring to lift my gaze and see the disgust on her face.
Her hands shake. “What?”
“You make me crazy. You make me want to kill every last motherfucker who ever laid a finger on you. You make me want to hurt anyone who has ever hurt you.”
“So this is…”
“A dick,” I shrug. “Freshly severed from the body of a rapist, who took what belonged to me,” I growl, not able to hide the distaste in my words. “I wish I could hurt him more, but sadly he died from shock.”
She pushes the box away, the chair scraping against the floor as she stands up abruptly. A surge of panic courses through me, the realisation hitting hard that I might be on the brink of losing her. The mere thought is unbearable, and I can’t fathom letting her slip away any longer. Closing my eyes, I brace myself for the impending heartache. If she can’t accept me for who I am…
I’m left grappling with the urgency to either temper my wild instincts or devise a way to make her stay, even if it means pushing the boundaries of reason. The temptation to bind her to me, to keep her from escaping, whispers in the recesses of my mind like a forbidden desire. It’s a dangerousthought, yet the desperation to claim her as my own intensifies.
Just as the shadows of doubt threaten to engulf me, a warm and comforting presence envelops my senses. The chill around me is replaced by the soft press of her body against mine, and her arms encircle me with a gentle force. The alluring scent of fresh soap, a familiar fragrance that now feels like home, wraps around me.
In that moment, the realisation strikes with profound clarity—I can’t let her go. The fear of losing her is eclipsed by the inescapable truth that I need her like I need air. As she nestles her head into the curve of my neck, seamlessly melding with me, I find solace in her presence. Without hesitation, I reciprocate, enfolding her in a tight embrace as if to anchor her to my very essence.
“Thank you,” she mumbles into my shirt. “Thank you so much.”
“No one will ever hurt you again,” I vow. The words punching a hole in my chest with how true they strike. I can’t wrap my confused mind around why she evokes those emotions in me. I don’t understand it, and I’m done trying. I want her, and I will deal with the consequences whenever they come.
“I don’t need your protection,” she says, lifting her head to meet my eyes. I stiffen. If she’s about to reject me, I’m going to—“I just need your truth.” She smiles. “I don’t want any more lies. Just the truth.”
Her eyes are shining as she says it, and I already know I will have to break the promise I’m about to make. If she ever found out what I’ve done, who I am, and what role I played in her family’s demise, she’d never forgive me. She’d leave me. I’m a selfish bastard. Once I find something I want, I hold onto it. And I want her.
At any price.
Be it deceitorwar with Nicolosi over a fucking marriage contract.
“I promise.”
She smiles. “Dante?”
“Yes?”
“Remember when you asked me what I was doing in the pool?”
Just the memory of what her body looked like beneath the surface of the water has me tightening my grip on her. “You never told me.”
“I was embarrassed.”
I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.
“But since we’ve agreed to tell each other the truth…” A blush spreads over her cheeks, and suddenly, I’m more curious than terrified.
“What were you doing in the pool,Fata?” I trace my finger over her jaw until the pad reaches her soft lips. She shivers as her pink tongue darts out, giving me a little lick. My cock strains, trying to rip through my pants and desperately get to her. But there are too many layers between us, too many clothes it would have to tear through to get to her soft body.
“I was trying to…Oh, god. I can’t believe I’m about to tell you—”
“No secrets, remember?” A flash of impatience runs through my body.
“This applies to you too, Terence.” She shoots me a narrowed look, making me want her even more. Always bargaining.
“Terence?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” she sighs.
“Your brain—” I say in awe.
