Page 7 of Secrets of the Brother
My entire focus was on Bianca.
Her every breath. The way her lower lip trembled. The barest movement of her eyes. The way her pupils dilated at my approach. The flush on her cheeks. The rapid beat of her pulse at the base of her throat. The pitch of her voice. How her arm lifted as if to reach for me too before it fell to her side while she shook her head and denied me.
She still loved me.
A dangerous, almost feral, possessive heat fired in my chest.
It was hope.
It might just be a small, deeply buried flame she was desperately trying to smother, but it was still there.
Her body betrayed her mind.
In that moment, I didn’t give a fuck about the obstacles, or the possible murder charge hanging over my head, or the future.
There was only us, and the rest of the world be damned.
I could survive anything if I knew I hadn’t completely lost her love.
I reached for her.
She fell backward until her body slammed against the other bookcase.
“Don’t even think about it.You made your choice!”
She snatched up a brass letter opener from my desk. Grasping it in her right hand, she held it before her like a dagger.
“I’d say it was one you’d have to live with, but we both know that isn’t true, is it, Enzo?”
I looked from her face to the sharp edge of the letter opener and back. Keeping my gaze trained on her, I ripped off my suit coat and tossed it aside then stepped closer until the tip of the letter opener pressed against the flesh over my heart. “Ask me.”
I wanted no more lies or betrayals between us.
She wrapped her left hand around her right fist to steady her hold. Before responding, she nervously licked her lips, wetting them. They were now a glossy dark pink.
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
I clenched my stomach to stifle a hungry growl.
My mouth watered as I remembered the taste of those sweet lips.
My gaze focused on her beautiful mouth with her partially open lips, jealously watching each gasping breath entering her body.
“Ask me if I killed your sister.”
CHAPTER3
BIANCA
My body trembled so badly I almost dropped the letter opener.
Enzo’s warm hand covered my fists, steadying my hands and actually pressing the edge more firmly against his heart.
I traveled halfway around the world to get over this man.
And still, the chains he had wrapped around my heart were unbroken.
It was like he had some kind of dark power over me.
