Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
She shakes her head, a frown forming on her forehead. “I don’t understand.”
Moving away from her before I do something I’ll regret, I walk out of the kitchen and head to my bedroom.
I slam the door shut behind me, and pushing my fingers through my hair, I suck in a deep breath.
What the fuck do I do now?
I begin to pace up and down in front of the bed while I process my newly discovered feelings.
Sure, I’ve liked a woman before, but never one I planned to keep for the rest of her life.
Do I take Franco’s advice and marry her? A forced marriage worked for Angelo, and Vittoria learned to love him.
Yeah, but he didn’t make her life a living hell. Angelo did everything in his power to win over his wife.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my heart beating faster and faster. “I have to stop caring about her.”
It’s still in the early stages. I can just stop liking her.
I hide in my bedroom until I’m sure she’s done cooking and eating, and by the time I open the door, I’m dead sure I’m in control of my emotions.
You’re her kidnapper and nothing more.
You’ve got this.
I continue my little pep talk as I head down the stairs, and when I reach the kitchen, a breeze draws my attention to the open sliding doors in the dining room.
Seeing Skylar leaning over the glass railing of the balcony, my heart stutters in my chest, and I lunge into action.
I grab her from behind before she can even try to climb over and haul her away from the railing.
“Jesus!” she gasps.
It takes no effort from me to force her down to the floor while making sure I don’t hurt her in the process.
My fingers wrap around her neck to hold her in place, and with my heart hammering in my chest, I growl, “What the fuck are doing?”
Her hands fly up to grip my wrist, her eyes wide with shock. “Nothing!”
My voice is hoarse as I say, “If you think jumping will resolve everything, you’re very wrong.”
“I wasn’t going to jump,” she rambles. “I was just looking at the traffic below. Twenty-seven! There were twenty-seven yellow cabs.”
Fuck. My heart.
The wind catches her dress, blowing it up her body and giving me a perfect view of her black panties.
I sink back on my ass and suck in a deep breath while my eyes burn on her.
Skylar sits up and pushes her dress down, her face pale from the fright I just gave her.
When her eyes meet mine, her tone is soft as she says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’d never do something like that.”
My heartbeat doesn’t slow down but instead continues to hammer against my ribs.
My breaths explode over my lips, and before I can stop myself, I dart forward again. Grabbing Skylar by her shoulders, I force her backward. My hand moves behind her head so she doesn’t bump it against the floor, and a second later, my mouth slams into hers.
Chapter 27
Skylar
I’m still recovering from the heart attack Renzo just gave me when he suddenly darts forward again. I’m shoved back down, and before I know what’s happening, his mouth slams into mine.
My mind comes to a screeching halt, and I don’t even have the capacity to gasp.
I wanted to make him care about me, but I never expected my plan to work so quickly. Hell, all I did was smile at him and show a little interest.
His lips move hungrily against mine, and it feels unbelievably good.
Shit. No feelings, woman. This isn’t a romance. It’s your ticket out of here.
It takes a hell of a lot of effort to remember my plan, and keeping with the act, I wrap my arms around his neck.
Renzo tilts his head, and as his teeth tug at my bottom lip, the kiss spirals into a wild force that threatens to overwhelm me.
Holy shit. Focus.
His tongue sweeps through my mouth, and my abdomen clenches hard while my stomach erupts with a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
Instead of having to put in effort to return the kiss, it just happens, and before I know it, I’m lost. His body presses against mine, and it makes anticipation and need build within me.
This man is like the apple in the Garden of Eden, and just like Eve, I’m tempted to take a bite.
My teeth tug at his bottom lip, and my tongue wars with his.
His addictive scent fills the air I breathe.
His hard cock presses against my thigh.
His mouth casts a spell over me until my plan is nowhere in sight, and I’m solely focused on how good it feels to kiss him.
With his one hand clamped around my neck, his other moves down the right side of my body until he reaches the bare skin of my outer thigh.