Need

Katya

"You don't have to come home tonight, take your time! I can totally stay with Uncle Kyrian!"

Those were the words that Christopher Petrov-Castello yelled out as we were stepping out of the house.

The urge to bury my face in Ferrara's chest and hide there forever had never been more appealing.

And the arrogant bastard of course had to wink and place his hand on my waist, his voice dripping with mockery when he replied,

"Noted, little man. I will ensure that your mom and I have a...blast, tonight."

Christopher chuckled in an adorable shy manner, and dear dear, I was torn between hitting Ferrara on the head and burying myself deep in the sea.

"Stop that." I gritted out through my teeth, but the bastard was enjoying my discomfort and leaned forward, catching my lips in a kiss that made me see...stars.

I was breathless when he broke it, and felt my head swimming like I had been drugged.

When I managed to keep my eyes open long enough to see his expression, the son of a bitch was gri