Massimo's POV
‘I don’t mind dying by your hands.’
The words rang in my head like a gunshot that wouldn’t stop echoing. I sat in the back of the armored SUV, staring out the tinted window into the dark night, but all I could see was Isabella’s face—her swollen lips, her eyes full of that crazy honesty when she said it. Did she even know what she was saying? Did she understand what it meant to be used by a man like me? To be my toy, my weapon, my revenge?
That woman was crazy. And it turned me on in the sickest way possible. My body still remembered the heat of her mouth, the way she swallowed every drop like she belonged to me completely. The possessiveness hadn’t left my chest. It burned hotter now. She wasn’t fighting me anymore. She was running toward the fire. Toward me. And part of
