~ Niamh ~
"What?!"
The single word tore out of my throat in a breathless gasp as my eyes widened in shock at Massimo's ridiculous demand.
My skin reddened, a rush of burning heat flooding my face and neck all at once. It was a chaotic mix of intense desire just at the experience his demand promised, and a surge of anger at the audacity of him demanding such an outrageous thing from me.
I looked up at him, my heart thumping wildly as I tried to pull my scattered thoughts together.
"That is absolutely impossible," I kept my voice as firm as I could manage while pinned beneath his gaze. "I won't agree to such a ridiculous thing."
Massimo lifted a dark brow at me, his angular features remaining unbothered by my sudden outburst.
When he spoke, his voice dropped into that cold mafia boss tone that usually made grown men tremble with fear.
"And who said you have a choice here, Niamh?"
