Page 42 of Heir of Darkness

If she gave in and if she tried, what was that saying about her? That she was just willing to accept whatever anyone did to her?

But she had signed the contract this time. She agreed to it. He would have let her go, so why didn’t she let him?

She watched his full lips speak, a graceful smile on his face. Luna excused herself, feeling sick to her stomach. She rushed into the empty bathroom, leaning on the sink as she took in deep breaths. Her hands trembled when she turned on the cold water, soaking her hands first before she patted her face.

Had he actually done it? Had Valerio Vitali actually snuck his way into her heart?

No.

Fuck, maybe.

Her hand collided with the mirror, shattering it. The hiss of pain was immediate and it did nothing to soothe the madness in her mind. Blood leaked from her knuckle, dripping into the sink.

If anyone walked in and saw her with a bloody hand and the broken mirror, they would assume she had lost her mind. Maybe she had. She wished she could blame it on the alcohol, but she wasn’t even sure if it was affecting her anymore.

She turned off the water, reaching for the paper towels to hold against her hand. The door opened, loud footsteps echoing in the empty restroom.

In the shattered mirror Luna locked eyes on the most stunning blue ones she had ever seen in her life. Valerio looked at the mirror, her hand, and then back at her eyes.

In three steps he reached her, his body pulling hers into his as his mouth met hers in a collision that calmed all of the chaos. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as she opened her mouth for him.

Luna bit his lip, forcing a growl as he lifted her hips onto the sink, running his hands over her legs, pulling her dress up as he did so. His tongue slipped its way into her mouth, forcing her to let out a gasp as she lost herself. Her mind was silent for the first time that night and all it took was his lips on hers. Ridiculous.

One hand wrapped its way around her neck, squeezing gently before he pulled away.

“Are you going to tell me what happened in here?” he asked.

“No.”

“Well, I need to take care of your hand.” Valerio pulled away completely, grabbing her hand in his. His lips were swollen, lipstick smeared on them. His hair was messy, clothes disheveled, but he looked too handsome for his own good. Luna was sure she looked just as guilty now.

“It’s fine,” she told him, but still allowed him to pull the paper towel away and look at the cut.

“It’s not deep but it needs to be cleaned,” he said. “I’ll clean it at your house.”

“We’re done with the party?”

“Do you really want to stay?”

“Absolutely not,” she said. “But I need to tell Finn.”

“He’ll live.”

“You should probably let Dante know.”

“I’m sure he’ll have more fun at the after party.”

“You’re not going?

“I’m not going anywhere without you.”

He helped her off the counter, grabbing another paper towel for her while she attempted to fix her hair. She wiped the corners of her lips, but the damage to her look was done. She didn’t look nearly as put together as she did earlier and she really didn’t mind.

Luna ran her thumb along his lips, wiping the lipstick off.

“What? Not my color?” he asked, cracking a boyish grin.

And for the first time that night she let out a genuine laugh. It made her forget who they were and how their relationship began.

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