Chapter 70

Reaching up close to Gianna, Sean snatched the tee from her hand and flung it on his shoulder, shamelessly and slowly eye-raking every constituent of her upper body. He found her even more flawless up close. So many things he failed to notice in his mission to make her life miserable; her latte skin was buttery smooth, her cocoa eyes were small, fierce, and yearning beneath a thick display of brows. Her small nose sat between long and short above the most mesmerizing pair of lips he'd seen and tasted.

Tasted. That reminded him. They were the sweetest, most delicate pair he'd ever had. Soon enough, he found himself envying the one who tasted it often.

Sean touched her injured arm with such tenderness that she would have thought him to be someone else if she had been deprived of sight.

To Sean, no one had ever worn a scar so beautifully in his entire life. Regardless, nothing ever amplified his guilt and thirst for vengeance. Sean traced his fingers up to the scar on her forearm.

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