She lets out a soft breath and leans forward just slightly, closer. Her body language is speaking more than she is, like she wants me but is denying herself the pleasure of her desires.
“I can’t do that,” Aleksandra says.
I pull her tight against me, my fingers at the back of her neck as I crush my lips against hers. I want her to remember the feel of my body pressed against her, the warmth of my lips on hers, the heat shared between us.
The tension in her body dissipates against me as she doesn’t fight the kiss like I first expect. Her arms pull me tighter and closer, deepening the kiss.
There’s a spark, a flicker of fire still burning bright between us.
It will never be extinguished, so long as we’re both alive.
I should break apart the kiss, send her on her way, and vow never to see her again. But I’m not ready for goodbye.
My hand at her lower back glides up beneath her jacket, pressing her against me, wanting her to feel the desire building between us. I drag my tongue against her lips, and she instantly parts her mouth, granting me entrance inside.
It’s not the only thing I want inside of her, but I can’t fuck her in the garage with Mario and our children watching.
But for the briefest of moments, I don’t give a damn about the twins in the car or Mario waiting for orders to return her home.
I want Aleksandra.
The desire to ravish her is insurmountable. Like an avalanche, I can’t stop. The truth is that I don’t want to. I desire to take her, fuck her, break her, and make her mine.
But she’s already broken, and it’s my fault.
Snatching Liam.
Kidnapping the three of them.
It’s any wonder she hasn’t coldcocked me and wished me dead. I don’t blame her for hating me, but perhaps one day, she will find forgiveness inside of her for what I’ve done.
I break the kiss, ending the sizzling heat surfacing between us.
She whimpers, but I barely hear it. “Goodbye,Tesorina,” I say as I gesture for her to climb into the back seat with the twins.
Her lips are ruby red, swollen, and glistening from the heated exchange. She doesn’t say anything. Her gaze moves to the vehicle, and she slips into the back seat wordlessly.
I shut the door and let her leave, granting Aleksandra her freedom.
The pain inside of me burns. I don’t dare admit to anyone what she means. It’s a burden to feel, to love, to know joy because my greatest enemy has the power to take it all away.