SHATTERED AND TEMPTED
I felt completely exposed.
My hands trembled a little as I looked up at him. “Nico… you read it?”
He cupped my face with both of his big, warm hands. His thumbs brushed softly over my burning cheeks. His gray eyes were intense, full of heat and hunger.
“The stuff you wrote in there? That’s cute, little girl. Sweet dreams,” he said quietly, his voice deep. “But the reality is dangerous. Way more than you imagined in that diary. That’s why I hate another man touching you. Even one single hair on your head. Because once I start with you, I won’t share. I won’t stop. You’ll be mine completely. No going back.”