Page 41 of Her Cruel One-Sided Love

Massimo strode past her without another word, and Ysabel felt like laughing and crying again when she felt the way her senses tingled as she caught a whiff of his aftershave. Could her flesh be any more traitorous and shallow?

This guy had already shown her a glimpse of how furious he could get on her sister's behalf. But instead of worrying over his reaction, all her body seemed to care was how beautiful and sexy he was, and her heart even dared to skip a beat as she forced herself to turn and face him.Why do I want this man so?

Massimo's teeth clenched as he had a more thorough look at the bright red gashes marking the delicate skin of Ysabel's cheeks. He had come here, intending to demand answers—-

Why had she hurt Ynez?

Had she not promised him she had changed?

So why, dammit?

But one look at hisfidanzata's face, and Massimo had known right away that the truth he sought for was more complicated than he expected.

"You still have not answered my question. Who hurt you, Ysabel?"

She shook her head, and his lips tightened. Ynez had come to him last night, sobbing her sister's name out in accusation. While hisfidanzata,even with all the ugly red lines marring her her face, refused to say a word.

Ysabel couldn't help trembling as she saw him reach for her face.

His fingers grazed over a swollen bruise on her left cheek, and Massimo swore under his breath when she winced involuntarily at his touch.

"Mi dispiace."

The words had hisfidanzataopening and closing her mouth, and it became immediately obvious that Ysabel had a one-track mind when it came to apologies.

"It is too easy to read your thoughts,signorina."

His cockiness was just too much that Ysabel couldn't help it. Her hand was already up in the air, but before she could even flip him off—-

His reflexes got the better of her once again, and Ysabel could only gasp in shock as Massimo grabbed her wrist, and her finger went straight into his mouth.

Oh!

Wetness pooled between her thighs as Massimo started sucking her finger like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

She tried pulling her finger away, but her struggles only had his dark eyes gleaming down at her.

"S-Stop..."

And to her shock, he actually did stop.

Huh?

Ysabel was still trying to figure out whether she was more relieved or disappointed when Massimo bent his dark head, and his silky voice slid into her ear like an invisibly seductive caress.

"Never, ciliegina mia."

Ysabel froze, unable to believe what she had just heard. "W-What did you just say?"

Massimo's jaw hardened when he realized what he had let slip.Shit.

"What did you call me?"

"Ciliegina mia..."

He had called her that, too...five years ago. Did that mean anything—-or were those words something he simply used for every woman he dated?

Massimo could not understand why his chest tightened upon seeing the flash of pain in her eyes. Why was she looking at him as if the words he had uttered could destroy her? Had her sister perhaps told her...about the past?

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