Page 51 of His Cursed Heart

And the most expensive ones.

The cheapest case is a thousand dollars.

My fingers are touching the colors like they might disappear. I’ve always wanted to own a set like this, and now that I am touching them, it feels like a dream.

This is a paint room.

Is it mine?

Not many people know that I paint. They mostly think I'm the useless daughter of the Familglia's Capo.

But now that I married Keaton, the future Boss of Chicago Outfit, people are already seeing me differently.

I look at the room still in awe when suddenly someone is burring his head in my neck.

"Did you teleport here?" I ask my husband. He

inhales my scent like a fucking freak and turns me

around to face him.

His eye bags are prominent and his black hair is messy. He wears a pair of grey sweatpants and a tight white T-shirt.

I hate to admit it, but he looks delicious.

"You left an hour earlier. And I took a helicopter. You think some miles will keep me away from you?" His eyes are staring into mine.

4,811 miles.

A literal ocean between the two.

"You're getting clingy, dear husband. And I see your skin is more brownish now. Did you enjoy the sun?" I ask with a smirk.

His eyes narrow and I feel his hand wrap around my neck. He brings me closer and our noses are almost touching.

"I think I'll enjoy more making your ass redder." His face is too close to mine. I can see every detail of his face, I can smell his masculine scent.

"If you want to lose your hands, then try it." I whisper on his lips.

Keaton tightens his hand more, but not hard enough to cut out my air supplies.

"What am I gonna do with this mouth, mhm?" His lips are touching mine without initiating a kiss.

Not like I want him to claim my mouth again.

"Are you expecting an answer?" I raise my eyebrows.

Keaton lets a sarcastic laugh out and he wraps his other hand around my middle.

"I think I know the perfect way to keep that mouth of yours shut." I raise my eyebrows in question and before I can say anything else, he slams his lips hard on mine.

My eyes are wide and I put my hands on his chest to balance myself.

Mio Dio, this man can kiss.

He possesses my mouth like my lips are the rain and his are the desert. His tongue licks and sucks mine like he's starving.

The hand around my neck starts to massage my pulse and I almost melt.

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