LUCA'S POV.

Bloody fuck.

She's poison; every word that came off her lips was no better than venom, and I just kissed her?.

“Are you insane?” She asked. Spitting continuously against the grass, I watched, not moving as she wiped at her lips aggressively and then turned back to face me, her eyes filled with rage.

“You talk too much, Isabella. Weren't you so jealous earlier? What's so hurtful about a kiss?” I inhaled again, grinning wider, trying to mask my own ...