Chapter 22

LUCIANO'S POV

By the time we arrived, Amara was sleeping. Her neck was bent in a very awkward position that I was sure it would hurt when she woke up but I don't care. Okay, I care.

I care how she is so beautiful and got herself into my mess! Shit! I kidnapped her before I could stop myself.

Everything about her just seems so perfect. Small and dedicated, the same green eyes, and I bet her lips would be soft too.

As I watched her instead of going down to the soil of Italy, I became tempted. Well, I didn't try to hide it, didn't try to stop it especially when I am sure no one would see me.

"I miss you, Alita" I whispered, "Just as I hate you".

Yes! I hate the woman I love.

Bending, I placed my thumb on Amara's lips and caress them. Damn, how delicious it would be if I decide to use it on mine. I lowered my head, felt her warm breath on my face, and groaned.

This effect seems really good and I honestly love it! Shit! I can't be doing this!