Sofia

The wind whipped around us but I was burning up. "More," I gasped, my fingers gripping the freezing metal railing of the lookout until my knuckles turned white. "Luca, please."

"Begging already?" he growled against my ear. "We haven't even started."

He spun me around roughly. I barely had time to catch my breath before he was marching me backward, away from the cliff's edge and toward the idling black SUV. He didn't open the door, he slammed my chest against the cold, wet hood of the ...