Danielle Lori

He wanted me, and he hated it

“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?”

“Show me.”

Instead of taking the phone from my hand, he pulled me onto his lap.

And I had a bad, bad feeling that if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.

If I’m honest I have to tell you I still read fairy-tales and I like them best of all.”

—Audrey Hepburn

She had a long way to go to be a Russo, but hell, I’d walk with her the whole way.

“Nobody touches you, Elena, no matter what you do tonight. Do you understand me?”

“Nobody touches you,” I shot back.

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

My bed, spread-eagled and naked.

“You’re not even Catholic!”

“I’m whatever you are.”

What do you want from me, Christian?”

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