He really does want your soul after all.
“He said he didn’t want it, though,” I argued softly with the voice.
Massimo looked fascinated.
“Is your angel speaking to you? What does she say?”
My jaw clenched. “She says you want my soul after all.”
He tutted. “I don’t want your soul. I don’t need one where I’m going, but you intrigue me. Keep your soul, I’ll take your mind and body... given freely.”
“Why?” I burst out.
He cocked his head at me. “Do you really not know, are you really that naive?”
I shook my head. “I’m not that naive. I know what you mean, but I mean, why me? I’m—crazy. I’m... I haven’t had a haircut in three years,” I blurted out.
Long hair was just the tip of the iceberg. I hadn’t voluntarily looked in a mirror in years, but I was sure I fell short of the kind of women who must be interested in a man like Massimo. He was beautiful, strong, rich, charismatic. It didn’t make sense.
“You... You’re unique, Katarina, and I like exclusive things. You interest me.”
Like a freak show. He wants to sleep with the freak.For once I didn’t respond to the voice.
“Besides, there is no why when it comes to desire,micetta. It just is. And I want you, end of story. I want to be all your firsts.”
Those words sent a twisted kind of heat rushing through me. All my firsts.
“If we make this deal, you’ll kill Pavol and Benedict, and you won’t kill me after we’re done.”
“Why would I if you’re my client?” Massimo said with a smirk.
He looked like he was enjoying himself now, plotting the death of two men andbeing all my firsts.I couldn’t even think the words without my skin getting hot.
“I’m your witness,” I reminded him. I needed to know that I was safe from this man.
He nodded. “And now I’m yours. We guarantee our mutual destruction.”
I thought furiously about any downsides to his proposal.
“Do you need to see the full terms and conditions, or are we making an agreement?” Massimo asked, dryly amused.
“When you make a deal with the devil, you have to check the details,” I pointed out.
He chuckled. “Check away... make sure you do, because I plan to enforce them and take every single thing I’m owed.”
Then he dipped his head and shocked me by licking my cheek from my jaw up to my temple. I shivered at the wet stripe on my overheated skin. There was something primitive about that movement. Primal. Ancient.
His lips moved over the sensitive flesh.
“Every. Single. Inch.”
His hand found my chin and he turned my face to his, holding me captive with effortless strength.
His mouth lowered to mine and brushed across my lips. It was electrifying, and somehow not quite enough. I panted, and his tongue slipped inside my mouth and stroked along mine. Not exactly a kiss.
A taste.
A faint growl sounded from deep within his throat, like it was hard for him to pull back. Like the beast inside didn’t want to.