Page 109 of Sinful Lies

“Who’s Stella, Miss Whitenhouse?”

“Why does he want you dead?”

I lifted a shoulder, casually stepping closer.

My arms framed her face against the wall, caging her in.

“I took something from him.”

She didn’t budge, just let her arms fall at her sides, her eyes tracing every inch of my face.

“Miss Whitenhouse?—”

She leaned in, close enough that I could feel the heat of her skin.

Her pretty face was just inches from mine now.

“Who kidnapped you, Angelo?”

My blood ran cold, a chill so deep it sank straight to my bones.

My heart thudded erratically in my chest.

How the fuck did she know? Only my parents and Grace knew about that—something they never spoke of, not once since it had happened.

I moved faster than I thought possible, grabbing her by the throat.

“Don’t play with fire,diavoletta,” I breathed out.

She giggled, her dark eyes lighting with amusement. “You’ve never looked hotter than now, Angelo.”

My grip tightened as I brought my face closer, lips hovering above hers.

“How the fuck do you know?”

She smiled, fingers slipping into my hair, tugging me closer, teasing me with the briefest brush of her lips against mine. “Your mama’s very easy to crack.”

I scoffed, feeling her lips graze mine again, noses brushing, her tongue touching my lips ever so slightly.

Cazzo.

I pressed her body into mine, a deep groan slipping from my throat.

The heat between us was unbearable, and at that moment, I had two choices: kill her with the gun tucked under my vest, or…

Fuck it, who was I kidding?

I tightened my grip around her throat, pulling her closer, my mouth crashing onto hers hard. She gasped, and her faint moan was all the confirmation I needed—this was what she wanted, too.

Her fingers dug into my jaw, and her teeth grazed my lips, rough and hungry.

I let go of her throat roughly, shifting my hands down to her hips, grabbing a handful of her ass. Her dress clung to her body like a second skin, and I pressed her harder against me, feeling my dick harden.

Fuck, yes.

Fucking finally.

She yanked at my hair, nails scraping my scalp, and I dropped my mouth to her neck, licking a path up to her jaw before finding her lips again.

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