Page 123 of Massimo

My anger temporarily overwhelmed my fear and sadness.

“You know what?” I snapped. “Never mind.”

I turned to go –

“Lucia,” he growled, his voice dark.

I stopped, my hand on the doorknob.

I’d never heard him use that tone of voice before.

Deep and angry… with an edge of something darker underneath.

It made my heart skip a beat…

And not necessarily in a bad way.

“…what,” I whispered.

“Get in the fucking bed.”

My heart didn’t just skip a beat this time…

It hammered in my chest.

I padded over nervously and slipped under the covers.

Still cold as fucking ice, though.

“Can I… can I get up next to you?” I asked.

“No. Stay there.”

I didn’t say anything…

But as the cold seeped deeper into my body, my teeth started chattering. No joke.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he snarled.

“I’m not,” I said as my teeth clacked.

Then my body started shaking.

Massimo groaned, then said, “Alright. FINE.”

I hurriedly scooted underneath the covers and pressed my body up against his.

His back was turned to me, and I pressed my own back to his.

He was only wearing his boxers again, and my ass and legs pressed against a lot of his bare skin.

Plus his astoundingly perfect ass.

AHHHHHHHH.

My teeth stopped chattering and my body stopped trembling.

“You really are like a furnace,” I said as my entire body relaxed from the heat.

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