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fighting Matteo, I succumb to his searing touch. I mold to his tender caresses. My lips open up for him and my walls crash down, and I let him in.
    He doesn’t want me to enjoy this. He’s a selfish bastard, taking my first kiss and stealing my innocence with measured flicks of his tongue. Matteo kisses me roughly, demanding my mouth adhere to his wishes. And I feel myself going with it, shaking, gasping, and finally, breaking for him….
    “Don’t,” I beg against his lips. “Stop….”
    “You don’t want this?” he asks, taunting me. His lips trace my jawline. “So fucking innocent. Have you even been kissed before?”
    I shake my head no and he takes a sharp intake of breath. “Not fucked, either?”
    I don’t respond. Every muscle in my body is clenched, my knees pulled up to my chest. He pulls away, and I’m about to lose all my dignity and beg him to come back. It’s like I’m so desperate for a human connection, I’ll beg to have his lips on me again.
    But I’m lying to myself. There’s something else – something more. He makes me feel it all, the hatred, the desire, and the deep need in my bones. This hasn’t happened before. Not with anyone, even the boy I was briefly seeing at school before daddy found out. Those moments were sweet and clumsy, but this…. This makes my head spin.
    I look up at Matteo, shivering. He looks troubled, his dark eyebrows knitted together in worry. I’m still in protective mode, shielding my body from the effect he’s having on me.
    His gaze drinks me in, and stops between my legs. I feel vulnerable. With my knees pulled up, I suddenly realize my pussy is exposed. My panties aren’t see-through, but I’m worried they’re sticking to me, making me more exposed than ever.
    “You’re fucking wet,” Matteo says. He’s a safe distance away from me, and he can still see the wet spot blooming on my cotton lingerie. “Why do you want this? Why…?”
    I don’t want to answer his questions, and at the same time, I want to tell him everything. But I don’t get a chance, because the next moment, the door to the cell slams into the wall.
    “Matteo,” a cold voice rings out.
    Both of us look up, startled.
    I was the girl who cried wolf. I thought I was in the presence of a monster when I was with Matteo, but it wasn’t until now that I stared into the eyes of pure evil.
    Angelo Abbate is standing in the cell, his dark hunkering and thunderous eyes drinking in the scene before him. He narrows them on me and pure hatred overwhelms his features.
    It is then when I start praying again.

4
    Matteo
    M y father appears in the doorway and the color drains from my face. This can't be fucking good. And he's looking at me with a thunderous expression. He only briefly glanced at Bianca, but I could see his disgust from far away.
    "Matteo, what the fuck are you doing?" he asks. His voice is pissed, and he looks like he's about to beat me into a pulp on the spot. "Come talk to me outside."
    He walks into the hallway and I follow him like a goddamned sheep. What man can really stand up to his father, though? I've always been seeking his approval. I won't rest until he's proud of me. Won't fucking budge until he admits I am as much his son as are his children by marriage.
    I cast Biana one last look before walking out. She looks fucking terrified, her legs now stretched out in front of her. I'm regretting the change of positions. I'm regretting not touching that wet, hot spot between her legs and seeing just how much I turn her on. Fuck knows why.
    My father waits impatiently for me in the hallway.
    "She's not dead," he points out in an icy voice as soon as I join him in the hallway. His tone is raised, and I'm fairly certain Bianca can hear him.
    "You told me not to kill her," I hiss in response. "That's the only reason she's alive right now." Liar, a voice in my head accuses me. You couldn't kill her now. Not after seeing that looks of lust in her eyes.
    My father hesitates,