Page 178 of Kissing the Villain

“Twenty questions.”

I shook my head. “Nope, not playing that game.”

Alex sat up, swinging her legs off the side of the chair. “Why not? I want to know more about you.”

“Fine,” I agreed because I was a fucking softie with Alex.

“You can ask me anything you want,” she offered. “I’m an open book.” She outstretched her hand for me to shake. “Do we have a deal?”

I slipped my fingers between hers, and electricity skated along my skin. Alex’s skin was so fucking soft I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the rest of her gorgeous body.

“Okay,” Alex said with her eyes on me. “You can start.”

“This is silly.” I shook my head and drank the rest of my beer. “What’s your favorite color?”

She giggled. “Seriously, Marcello? I was expecting something more… personal.”

“It is personal. So?”

“Royal blue. And you? What’s yours?”

“Hunter green.”

She smiled. “Hunter? That fits your personality perfectly.”

“Oh, yeah. How so?”

“You look at me like a hunter.” Her tongue slid across her teeth, and my heart raced with each movement. “Like you’re two seconds from tearing my clothes off with your teeth.”

“You must read minds,” I said with a wink.

“Okay,” she announced, tucking her legs under her butt. “Nineteen questions to go. What do I want to know about the mysterious Marcello?” She tapped her index finger against her pouty pink lips. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“Fourteen.”

Her eyebrows rose in shock. “Wow, you were that young?”

I nodded.

“I bet all the girls at school wanted a piece of you.”

I shrugged. “I ignored them. I never knew if girls liked me for my money or if they were trying to get close to Luca.”

She smiled. “I’m sure they liked you, Marcello. I mean, look at you.”

“You don’t know what being a Salvatore is like.”

“I’m a Wellington. Can’t be any worse.” She rolled her shoulders and then said, “Third question. What was her name?”

“Alanna Newton.”

“Was she your girlfriend?”

“No, a football groupie. I fucked her behind the bleachers after a game still in my uniform.”

“You played football?” Alex’s eyes traveled up and down my arms. “I’m not surprised. You have the body of an athlete. But I always thought the Salvatores were too cool to play sports.”

“Luca, Damian, and Bash were too busy getting high and terrorizing everyone at school.”

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