Chapter 84. Who is He?

ROSE

As he rubbed my nipples, he moved his mouth to mine, kissing me with great finesse. God, he was such a good kisser. I wanted to resist, but I found myself doing the complete opposite. When he finally broke the kiss, we were both panting heavily, and he stared down at me, his eyes filled with deep passion.

“You still want me the same way I do, Rose. Let’s not fight this, ugh?” he murmured, moving his mouth to my lips and teasingly rubbing it.

“But—”

“No buts,” he smoothly shushed me, and I found myself listening. He kissed me. “We aren’t doing anything wrong. You are my mate,” he cajoled.

“And Valentino,” I replied with dreamy eyes, and I could swear I saw a hint of pain in his eyes at that statement.

“We shouldn’t do this to him,” I said, almost in a pleading tone, as if the web he had wrapped me in was the only thing that could free me. It was useless trying to fight it.

“Valentino is in the hospital because of us,” he held my face with his two hands, raising it up to look at hi