“You found yourself an ass?” Orazio almost threw his phone at Dom’s face at the remark, but shook his head instead. “About Abi.” My jaw twitched because I knew exactly where Orazio was going with this. He was a hypocrite. He had been the same around Leona, even though his interference on that matt
BELLA One week. That was how long it had been since the attack. That was also how long I had kept away from Adonis. Good, that he couldn’t do anything about it. Bedridden and all. I had tried to keep the texting to the minimum as well, but it was hard to do with his name popping up on my cell ever
There wasn’t much furniture around, which made the room look even bigger. I walked toward the recliner near the window and stared at the magazines lying on the stool. They were all business magazines, different publishers, but with the same man on the cover. An old man with a tall and broad frame, w
ADONIS I couldn’t admit out loud all the things I wanted to do to her. I had seen her hesitation in her eyes. Sure, she had been shaky around me before, but that seemed to have magnified since the attack. She was holding back, even after my efforts. I looked at the wall clock, impatient for Abigai
“I’m not yours, Adonis,” she said, trying to pull away from my hold on her waist, but I tightened my grip. I jerked her against my body and said, “Maybe not yet, but I can make you if I want.” I let go of her and stepped back into the kitchen. “Are we celebrating something today?” She walked aroun
“Why don’t you paint?” “Lack of inspiration. My head’s always filled with blood and gore and screams and dead bodies. After seeing all the red I do, I don’t really get the urge to look at paints anymore. You get the idea.” “Sounds horrible.” Keeping her lips pressed to the glass, she spoke. “You k
BELLA I returned to the kitchen after my brief call with Cole. Thanks to him, he’d stopped me from committing a huge mistake. My woman, Adonis had said, and it shouldn’t have felt half as good as it had. It had been even more wrong for my insides to curl at the possessiveness oozing from those two
He cupped my head with one hand and the other he looped around my waist. He might’ve felt I was struggling to stand. I moaned lightly against his lips and he pulled back. Our gazes locked. His eyes were dark, darker than the times he held onto his anger, than the time he chopped that man’s fingers.