Fatal Flames
I hated how easy it was to react to him, to melt, even now.
Marrying Salvatore was bad enough. But being stuck with Nico as a stepson? I was so, so screwed.
“Go ahead,” he whispered, and his voice brushed over my neck like a warning. “Tell your little friend that I’m hurting you, I dare you.”
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t even breathe properly. My lips parted but nothing came out.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but I’m coming in,” Alessia muttered to herself, and the door handle began to turn.
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