LXIII. “I’m not yours.”

Marina Arellano

“Answer me, fuck!” Matteo grabs my chin and yanks my face up, locking his gaze on mine, letting me see his rage, desire, and a kind of pain that scorches me along with him. “Did you fuck him already? Let that asshole touch you? Huh, bitch?”

“No!” The word cracks out, and I d...

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