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I stare at her, baffled. “What are you talking about? I was justtalkingto him?—”

“Well don’t!” she snaps. “You’re confusing him.”

I don’t have the slightest clue what she’s talking about, but I also don’t know fuck all about kids, so I take in a breath and look at her intently.

“I’m sorry.”

She rolls her eyes. “You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”

No, I don’t.I bite back the words, terrified she’ll leave again.

When she left before, it felt just like the first time, and I don’t ever want to feel that way again.

“I’m sorry, Li,” I say quietly, stepping closer to her. She glares up me.

I open my mouth to keep going, to tell her that I don’t know how to do this, how to be in the same space with her and not want her, but she cuts me off.

She reaches up to grab the back of my head and pulls me down to kiss me, her tongue sliding against mine.

11

LIANA

Something is seriously wrong with me.

I’m so mad at Dario I could spit but instead I’m kissing him like I’m drowning and he’s air. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I just know I want him.

I kiss him again and again, and he groans against my lips.

“Take me to bed,” I mumble, and he looks down at me, his eyes so dark they’re almost black.

“Li,” he breathes. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it. I can’t...”

He trails off when I press my finger against his lips.

“Just shut up and take me to bed,” I command, and Dario’s mouth twists in a wicked grin.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs. The sound makes my belly clench with arousal.

I jump up into his arms and he grunts, but catches me easily with his arms under my ass and thighs.

I kiss him again as he walks to his room. He slams me up against the wall next to his bedroom, growling against my throat before biting me there.

“Slow down,amore,”he says against my skin. I gasp as I feel myself growing wetter and wetter. “Let me get you to bed first.”

The pet name, the one he always called me, makes my heart do a flip in my chest. I ignore it, kissing along his neck as he opens the door.

He chuckles, a low, sexy sound, and kicks the door shut with his foot.

This is when I should panic, when I should push him away. But he lies me down on the bed, covering me with his body, caging me in with his long arms.

I’m wearing a simple sundress and he trails his finger under one of the straps, making my skin heat up. Then his fingertips trace the neckline, dipping in between my breasts. My nipples harden immediately when he tugs down the bodice and frees them.

“It’s dangerous walking around here with no bra,amore,” he warns, cupping my breasts and flicking his thumbs across my peaked nipples.

I cry out softly, arching my back, electricity shooting down my limbs.

“Dangerous how?” I ask breathlessly. He chuckles low in his throat again.