Chapter Thirty

♕—Delilah

I glared into his eyes, refusing to back down. "Asshole!" I repeated on his face.

A satanic expression crossed his face as if he wanted me to say it again. I hesitated, not sure if he was extremely angry, turned on, or amused. I struggled underneath him and tried to pull my hands out of his grip.

His voice was a sexy growl as he said. "Careful, princess, don't pick a fight you know you won't win..."

Even though his presence over me was overwhelming but I still managed to come up with a comeback. "Right, Lorenzo, you must feel so powerful, picking a fight with your helpless captive, whose physical strength is nothing compared to you."

A devilish glint sparkled in his eyes, and a lopsided faint smile tugged at his lips. My eyes darted all over his beautifully scarred face, I have no idea why I found this man so attractive, something must be seriously wrong with me. I was going all Stockholmy with my kidnapper.

"You just don't know when to shut up, do you?" he asked, lean