CHAPTER 13 – ONE NIGHT WITH BLUE EYES

LONDON

Anger manifests in two forms.

The first form where it shocks you into silence, renders you completely speechless. And the second form, where raw, unbridled fury threatens to claw through your insides. You feel violent. Destructive.

I stare up at Luca and I want to scratch and claw. I want to explode. There's a red, barely visible mark where my palm connected with his cheek, but he does not look pained. Instead, he looks surprised, amused even. Right now, the bastard pins me to the bed with threats to inflict more bodily harm on my person. I buck agdinst him. His weight is becoming slightly uncomfortable. He doesn't flinch. Instead, he grinds his hips harder agdinst my already slick core. I grit my teeth to prevent a stray moan from slipping out. God! That feels good. Too good. The feeling only serves to ignite my anger.

"Get the fuck off me."

He drills furious gray eyes into my face.

"No. Start talking."

I give him an incredulous look.

"Start talking. Oh, where do I begin?" My