Page 64 of Made to Sin

My eyes dropped to the floor and a frown marred my face as the guilt resurfaced. “I’m sorry. Can I repay you?”

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to see how cute you were when you weren’t stubborn.”

I scowled. “I’m trying to be a good person here by offering to replace your glass, and you insult me.”

“Calling you cute is hardly insulting.”

“Yeah, and let’s just glaze over the second part.”

His thumb moved from my chin to a corner of my lips, lifting it so the frown was distorted. “I’ve mistaken. You’re cute when you’re stubborn too.”

My heart warmed at the gentle gesture and raced as it absorbed the weight of his words. Although being “cute” was not a compliment I wanted from him, it didn’t hinder my attraction any less.

I looked back up at him, and for the first time, I saw the gray outshining the black. Was this the Luciano other people saw? If so, I could see why he always had women fawning over him.

Merda, I was such a loser.

Without warning, both his hands came on my waist, and he hoisted me onto the counter with an ease nobody should be allowed to have. He told me to stay put, turned on the pale yellow kitchen lights, and left the room before I could ask questions.

He came out two minutes later with a broom and dustpan toclean up my mess.

My mouth dropped open. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning.”

“No, Luciano. It was my mess, I can do it,” I insisted.

I made a move to get off the island, but he gave me a look that kept me where I was. After the mess I caused, I wouldn’t want me to try and clean it either. He probably thought I’d make it worse by cutting myself on glass or something irresponsible like that.

Never in a million years had I expected Luciano to clean, while I sat on the counter watching him. It was so unbelievable, I had to pinch myself to test that I didn’t accidentally fall asleep.

It wasn’t a dream.

That meant all the muscles on his back that tensed at every sweep were very much real.

I took the time and admired the scene unfolding in front of me. Unintentionally, I started to wonder how his muscles would tense when he was doing other things.

It started innocent, like how he looked when he was working out… Then progressed on a less innocent path, like how they would tense when he was on me. My dirty mind always got me in trouble, but I couldn’t help myself whenever I was in his vicinity.

I blamed the books I’d been reading. They had such descriptive scenes that I may or may not have dreamed of this man doing. He matched the description of most of the male leads anyway. It made perfect sense to put a face to the character. Some called it excuses, I called it reasoning.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice him approaching until he stood between my partly opened legs. His hands found their place next to my thighs on the dark counter, trapping my body between them.

“I hope you’re thinking of ways to pay me for that. It was my favorite glass,” he rasped.

I couldn’t tell if he was messing with me or if it really was hisfavorite glass that I dropped. It was hard to think of a response when he stood so close.

“With all your wealth, I’m sure you can afford another one.”

“I know I can. But I wasn’t the one that dropped it.”

My breath hitched as he leaned in, giving me a sweet infiltration of his clean scent.

“Consider it compensation for all the times you’d annoyed me,” I breathed.

He let out a hum of agreement, his attention focused elsewhere. Focused on the stray thumb that was tracing circles on my bare thigh. When I didn’t make a move to stop him, he hiked it higher up my leg. Like his thumb was made out of kerosene, my body ignited into flames along its path.

I wished I could blame my recklessness on the alcohol again, but I barely had a sip. Everything was the result of my desires, my sinful thoughts for this man. Without a second to doubt, I held his head up by his hair and slammed my lips to his.

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