Adriano

“Where?” she asked, her voice trembling.

My lips curved into something that resembled a smile but contained no joy. “To my hell.”

“No,” she gasped, stumbling backward. “I...”

“One more word from you,” I interrupted, each word dripping with venom, “and you’ll turn into a corpse right here.”

She immediately shut her mouth.

I wrapped my arm around her waist; my touch was possessive and inescapable.

Her body tensed ...