His hand darts out fast and snags my wrist just before I make contact with his face. A dark smilesplays across his face as he shakes his head.
“Oh, Charlotte. That was not a good idea.”
Feeling the hot prick of furious tears, I try and shake off his hand. But his grip is vice-like.Unyielding.
“Let me go!” I bark, but my tone doesn’t have punch anymore.
“I’ll let you go when I’m good and ready,” he says.
His breath tickles my nose. Laps over my lips.
I feel my legs clench together automatically, and discomfort pools in my chest.
How is it that one man can bring about such opposing feelings?
How is it that I can want to slap him and kiss him at the same time?
How can I hate him as much as I love him?
“Lucio,” I beg, my voice dipping down in defe
