Page 5 of Kissing the Villain

“Easy.” Luca shrugged. “Tie them up. Bend them over. Punish them for breaking the rules.”

I gasped at his confession.

“Your innocence is…” He paused to consider his next word but didn’t finish his thought.

My pulse pounded, the blood rushing to my head. I licked my lips, hating myself for being turned on by the idea of Luca dominating me.

“If women are not allowed to touch you, how do you kiss them?”

“I don’t.”

“Ever?”

He shook his head. “Never.”

“You’ve never kissed a woman?”

Luca gave a light shrug, unaffected by my question. “I don’t see the point in intimacy.”

I leaned closer as if drawn to him by dark magic. “Would you kiss your wife?”

“I knew there was a little devil in there.”

Luca tugged on my curls, lips pressed into a thin line. His expression was unreachable, as if he’d gone to another place in his mind, and his body was still very much present and pressing against me. I felt the warmth and strength of his thigh and smelled the sweetness of the champagne on his breath. An uncomfortable silence fell over us as he held me firmly.

“You won’t like how this ends.”

His words sounded like a threat.

Damaged and broken, Luca was the shell of a gorgeous man with a wicked slant to his mouth and blue eyes that sliced through me. He was trying to intimidate me. But I didn’t understand why.

“Why did you let me touch your scars?”

“Because you need to understand the cruelty of our world.” He lifted my fairy mask and cupped my cheek. “You’re so beautiful and pure, easy to break.”

I’m already broken.

His sapphire irises flickered, and I shivered from his touch. “One day, you’ll understand what being one of us is like. Until then, you have your freedom.”

Before I could respond, my grandfather’s deep voice boomed behind us. “Alexandrea, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Get in the house.”

His words said one thing, but his face said,Get away from Luca.

Aiden stood beside Pops, giving me a disapproving look.

“I was just…”

What was I doing?

I was sitting at the edge of a cliff with a sexy lunatic who made my heart pound with a mixture of fear and desire.

Luca glanced over his shoulder and smirked at my grandfather.

Then he looked at me and said, “I have to do this. I can’t help myself. I have to know.”

Know what?

To my surprise, he clutched my cheek, his fingers digging into my skin, and kissed me.

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