Chapter One Hundred And Thirty : Bare
Veronica’s POV
Bruno entered the room again , his eyes locked onto mine, his movements deliberate and slow. He carried two glasses of whiskey, the amber liquid glowing in the dim light. He extended one glass towards me, his hand brushing against mine as I took it. I felt a jolt of electricity at his touch. He leaned against the table, his gaze never leaving mine, his eyes burning with intensity. I stood before him, unapologetically bare, my skin tingling under his scrutiny. I raised the glass to my lips, the whiskey's warmth spreading through me as I took a sip. The liquor's fiery trail down my throat was nothing compared to the flames of desire igniting within me. Bruno's eyes seemed to bore into my very soul, as if he sought to rediscover every in
