Liars Like Us - Book 1: Legacy of Lies
Valentina exhaled slowly, her throat burning where his hand had been, her pulse racing where her palm had pressed against his chest.
She hated him. She wanted him. She couldn’t escape him.
The cage had never been clearer.
Valentina stayed where she was long after Dante left the room, her back pressed against the couch, her chest still rising too fast.
Her throat tingled where his hand had rested, not cruel, but undeniable. A phantom heat lingered on her skin, as if his grip had branded her.
She hated that it wasn’t fear tightening her stomach. It was something hotter, darker. Want twisted in with the loathing, until she couldn’t tell them apart.