The Maddest Obsession (Made Book 2)

“Fine.” He shook his head, his eyes flashing with darkness. “How about because I love you, Gianna? Because I think I have since the moment I saw you? Because if you weren’t in this world anymore, I would find a way to take myself out of it?”

He wanted me, and he hated it

He grabbed my hips and set me on the island, spreading my legs to stand between them. He slid his hands up the sides of my thighs, and the warmth of them made me shiver.

What do you want from me, Christian?”

He turned to me, eyes dark. “Everything.”

“Ty samaya krasivaya zhenshchina kotoruyu ya kogda-libo videl.”

Lovely. I’d let the disgustingly handsome fed ruin an entire eye color for me.

“You’re not even Catholic!”

“I’m whatever you are.”

She scoffed. “And what would you like to see me in, Your Highness?”

My bed, spread-eagled and naked.

Two rough hands grasped my face. “Breathe.”

His touch dimmed my papà’s voice in my mind. I was suddenly envious of Allister; my nightmares were terrified of him.

Curled my fingers in his hair.

“Say something in Russian.”

“Ty samaya krasivaya zhenshchina kotoruyu ya kogda-libo videl.”

“What did you say?”

“You’re annoying.”

“I would hate to be Russian if it takes that many words to say something so simple,” I mused. I didn’t believe for a second that was what he’d said.