~ Niamh ~
I froze completely on the spot at the sudden sound of Massimo's deep voice slicing through the quiet room, carrying a depth of dark promises and unspoken intentions.
He wasn't asleep? But how on earth was that even possible?
He had looked so peaceful just a second ago, so quiet and deep in his sleep that I would have staked my own life on the fact that he was completely dead to the world.
I wheeled around speedily, a confused frown drawing my brows together as I looked back toward the massive bed.
Night had fallen in full outside the house now, and the spacious room was wrapped in a dimly lit atmosphere. The shadows danced across the walls, making Massimo's dark eyes shine with a piercing, liquid intensity as they locked onto me.
