Chapter Ninety-Five

♕—Delilah

I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribcage, "He buried him alive?"

Lorenzo's gaze filled me with warmth as I locked eyes with his dark and inviting depths. I nestled closer into his lap, my finger dancing across the shape of his scar. Aching for more, I placed a sensual kiss upon the rough and rugged terrain of his skin, my stomach fluttering at the moment of contact.

I gazed into his eyes, feeling tenderness and warmth radiating from them. I could never quite discern what he was feeling - was it amusement, or something else entirely? But there was something undeniably alluring about the mystery.

"Yes, he got an easy death. If I weren't so mad I would've made him suffer..." he told me as if we were talking about the weather.

I ran my thumb along the contours of his cheekbone, "You did it all out of love for your family..."

"I don't know... maybe I always was a murderer, I think I always had the capacity for violence in me... and they merely triggered it."

I sternly as