Page 40 of Made to Sin

Was it that easy for him to take a life without remorse?

I didn’t know what I wanted to happen but found myself hopping off the stool to walk closer to him and repeating my question with a heavier tone. “Luciano, what did you do to the guy I was with?”

“I told you, I killed him."

The smoothness of his jaw clenched the smallest bit, telling me he wasn’t completely being honest.

“Stop lying, and please, just tell me the truth.”

“Why?”

“Because,” I closed my mouth when I realized I was seconds away from exposing everything to him.

God,he was insufferably good at throwing bait.

“Please,” I tried.

He stood straighter. “I told you what I know. If we’re done here, leave.”

I wasn’t proud of the childish behavior that came out of me, but I couldn’t help yelling all the insults I knew at him. Trust me, Italians had a lot. Not satisfied, I switched to English.

The final straw was when he didn’t even flinch, overlooking everything I was saying. With my hands on his hard chest, I pushed him to fish for a reaction.

He didn’t move an inch.

I kept going.

Every time ended up with the same results. After a few more pushes, he decided he had enough. Wrapping one hand around my wrists and the other flattening on my back, he pulled me flush against him. My body lit up as the hard planes of his body pressed against me, but I was too angry to make sense of it.

I thrashed in his arms. “Let me go!”

“Calm down, and I will.”

The demand made me want to do the opposite, but he was physically stronger, and I wouldn’t get out unless he let me out.Stubbornly, I thrashed a couple more times before accepting defeat and falling limp against him.

“I’m calm. Let me go,” I said, panting to catch my breath.

His hands lowered to my hips, still cradling me against his body. I froze, partly at the intimacy, but more so at the second explosion of sparks in my body.

My head spun faster than it had this morning as the grip initiated a wave of recognition from last night. The way he held me like he was so sure of me, the way confidence oozed through his touch, the way my body folded into his.

My eyes widened as I stared up at him, remembering the grinding, the touching, the sexual frustration… The memories of yesterday night hit me all at once.

I stumbled a few steps backward. “Yo— You…”

He emanated a low, humorless chuckle at my shocked reaction and dropped his hold. He probably thought I was the dumbest woman on Earth for taking this long to come to the realization.

Maybe it was the lack of self-respect, but I didn’t care what he thought of me. The reminder of our dance clouded my head with lust, and he looked so irresistibly villainous that I acted out of visceral need, doing what I was afraid to do the other times.

Grabbing onto the white material of his shirt, I slammed my lips onto his. Guess I was the dumbest woman on Earth after all.

He momentarily tensed.

My breath hitched.

One second.

Two.

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