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.

I breathed against his lips, “Tell me you love me again.”

“I love you, malyshka.”

“I love you, too, you know?”

He stilled, and then a rough sound rumbled in his chest. He lifted me so my eyes were level with his, brushed his lips across mine, and said in a deep, almost apologetic rasp, “I’m never letting you go now.”

That’s not a good enough reason for me to marry you, Christian.”

“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?”