~ Niamh ~
Massimo kissed me. Or rather, devoured me.
My eyes flew wide open as his hand tangled in my hair and pulled me flush against his expensive fabric, his dark spicy scent wrapping around me like a shroud and sucking the air right out of my lungs.
This wasn't part of the plan at all. The announcement was done and the ring was visible. The message had been clearly sent.
A kiss this intense wasn't necessary to clear any doubts, yet here he was, claiming my mouth with a hunger that felt like a physical assault on my senses.
I knew I should push him off. I should pinch his arm or stomp on his polished shoes—anything to break the spell and remind him that I wasn't his to take like this.
But I didn't move a muscle to stop him.
My body, traitor that it was, heated up like a furnace in an instant. My mind completely shut down, the logical part of my brain screaming in protest while my heart hammered against my ribs, urging me on.
