Page 49 of Kissing the Villain

“For starters, you trashed your bedroom.”

Of course, there was no evidence of my meltdown. The collectibles were replaced by new ones as if I had never lost my grip on reality. My bedroom looked the same, not an item out of place.

“You tried to jump from the balcony,” Marcello told me.

I gasped. “What? No way. I would never do that.”

“It’s true,” he insisted. “I found you before you jumped.”

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth like hot tar. “What happened? The last I remember, you were in the bathroom with me. Then, the room started spinning.”

“I drugged you,” he admitted with a devious grin.

Needing some privacy, I entered the walk-in closet, pretending to pick out an outfit when I just wanted space. I flipped through the hangers, and my eyes instantly found thegreen Tinker Bell dress paired with golden wings. The fabric barely covered my ass and showed a significant amount of cleavage. Luca loved showing me off to his friends.

Marcello’s fingers dug into my shoulders, his touch rough and possessive, like he wanted to claim me for himself. I fell into his chest, and he slid his hand up my throat, tapping his fingers against my skin.

If I couldn’t wiggle my way into Luca’s freezer of a heart, then maybe I could tempt Marcello into dishing out the Salvatore secrets. No matter the cost, I had to work all available angles.

“Get ready, princess,” Marcello said against the shell of my ear. “Luca wants to see you in his office before the party.”

The tulle stripsof my fairy costume brushed the backs of my thighs, itching my skin as I walked down the hallway in a pair of ballet flats. I stopped at the end of the hall in front of a tall wooden door with an ornate gold handle and knocked.

A few seconds later, my future husband appeared with a wicked grin, staring at me with those haunting blue eyes.

Luca wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled me into the room. “You look beautiful, as always.”

His hand moved from my throat to my chest, dipping between my cleavage that spilled from the low-cut dress. He studied the paint I used to color my skin. A gold glitter shimmered under the lights.

My skin burned where he touched, my body confusing my fear for desire.

“Take off your mask.”

As his fingers brushed the tops of my breasts, I did as he asked, stripping away the fairy mask. He took it from my handand backed me into the desk. Luca grabbed my ass over the thin fabric and lifted me, making room for himself between my legs. I pressed my palms to the wood and sucked in a deep breath as he resumed carefully appraising my body.

His hand dipped between my breasts, over my stomach, and then he hiked up my dress. He clutched my thighs, digging his long fingers into my skin. My body was nothing more than a weapon.

Luca would never get my heart.

I was still in control.

His fingers grazed my lace panties. Liquid heat pooled between my legs, and a soft moan slipped from my lips. I hated myself for showing his effect on me. But a man like Luca Salvatore needed to feel in control and dominant. Even if I could never wiggle my way into his black heart, I could make him want to keep me in his bed.

Aiden’s life depended on it.

He smelled like the sea and sandalwood mixed with a hint of cigars and scotch. My heart beat like a bomb about to detonate. With Luca touching me as if he owned me, rough and possessive, I couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure flooding my chest.

I wanted to hate his touch.

Why did he feel so good?

A moment passed before his grip on my throat eased up, and my stupid body missed the loss of his warmth.

What the hell?

Luca moved toward the bar on the right side of his office. He poured a glass of amber liquid and raised a glass to his lips. “What are you drinking?”

“Wine, I guess.”

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