Page 32 of Forbidden Bride (Forbidden 1)
“Come for me, Karina, bella.”
“Yes.”
A shockwave of pleasure crashes over me as I flood his hand. He swears into my mouth as he devours my cry with his kiss. Tears squeeze between my clenched eyelids. Fuck.
Pulling back with a sigh, he removes his hand, then settles my skirt back into place. “I have to go. Really.”
I can’t speak. I can barely stand. I manage to nod.
Things between us are moving so fast, and every moment I spend with him invests me even more. And this? My panties are soaked and my body aches, but there’s a feeling of incompleteness. Of being…empty. It’s not enough. I need all of him.
With a smile, he turns to go, and I suddenly find my voice.
“Wait,” I say.
We haven’t been fully honest with each other, and half of that is my fault. I want him to know all of me, all my secrets. Maybe we can never have a future together, but I don’t want to look back and regret that I kept things from him.
I speak in a hurry before I lose my nerve. “My nobody guy? Pietro.”
His brows furrow. “Yeah?”
“He’s my fiancé.”
Something flashes in his eyes, his expression darkening. Oh no. I’ve ruined this.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you,” I babble on. “It’s not what I want, but it’s what I have to do. The wedding is soon. Very soon.”
Silence. His eyes shade and I can’t determine what he’s feeling.
My voice breaks as I say, “I’m sorry.”
Marco just shakes his head. “We’ll figure it out, bella.”
Then he kisses me one last time. As he strides away, no doubt in a hurry to get to his pit crew, I wonder what he’s thinking. Our relationship can’t go anywhere—it’s impossible. There’s nothing to figure out. My future is carved in stone.
But that doesn’t stop me from practically floating to my seat in the box.
Because if there’s any way out of this, any chance of securing my freedom…Marco will be the one to find a way.
