Chapter 72
Chapter 70: Flashback Contimation III
I woke up to the weight of an arm around my waist. My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was the man lying next to me.
His face was relaxed in sleep–peaceful, almost innocent. And yet, even unconscious, he remained possessive. His grip around my waist was firmas if he hail no intention of letting me go.
And then it hit me.
The warmth of our bare skin pressed together. The lingering soreness in my body.
An unnustatable reminder of what we had done.
Oh God.
I pulled the sheets higher over my bare shoulders, not even daring to look at our bodies beneath them. My breath caught in my throat.
What have I done?
I stared at Liam’s face, heat rushing to my cheeks as flashes of last night filled my mind–how be touched me, how he claimed me, how he whispered those words.
That I was his. Only his
Dolcezza, amore
He kept calling me that.
I should feel guilty. I should feel shame, right?
After all, Liam was supposed to marry my twin sister. If she hadn’t run away, he would have been her husband–not mine.
But do I regret it!
The answer is no.
Because I had wanted this, I had wanted him.
Even now, as my mind screamed that this was wrong, my body betrayed me drawn to his warmth, to the way his fingers unconsciously tightened around me in his sleep.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding……
I barely had time to gather my thoughts when I felt a shift beside me. The warmth against my skin moved, and Liam let out a low, sleepy groan before I could prepare myself.
Panic shot through mr, and before I could think of what to do, I pulled the sheets over my face.
A deep chuckle rumbled from beside me.
“Really, Camille?” Liam’s amused voice was laced with sleep–rough and husky. “Are we playing hide–and–seek now?”
No, this was ridiculous. I couldn’t act like some flustered girl hiding from her mistake especially when it wasn’t a mistake. At least, not for me
With that thought, I lowered the sheets and slowly opened my eyes
Liam laughed and pinched my nose.
“Sleep some
more, dolcezza,” he murmured, pulling my face against his bare chest.
“1-1 need to get up. Grandma doesn’t like eating breakfast without us. She’ll knock-
Before I could finish my sentence, Liam interrupted me. “She already knocked earlier.
I looked up at him. “What do you mean, she already knocked?” I asked, my grip tightening on the sheets
“She came by a while ago.”
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My eyes widened as I gazed at the closed door, imagining Grandma opening it and finding us like this.
I mean, she knows we’re married, but still!
Liam chuckled. I glared at him.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget to lock the door.
I slapped his chest, “What did you tell her?”
His green eyes gleamed with amusement as he looked down at me. “That you were still asleep.
I let out a breath of relief–until he added, Tired from last night.”
My entire body went rigid.
“You what?!” I hissed, my face heating up instantly
He laughed, clearly enjoying my horror. “What? It’s the truth” His voice dropped, teasing and low “You were sore. Tired. Completely spent-
“Shut up” I grabbed the nearest pillow and smacked him with it, but he only laughed harder, easily dodging my attack.
You can hit me all you want, dolcezza, he said, catching my wrist and pulling me down until I was inches from his face. “But it won’t change the fact that I was right.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but Liam tilted his head and kissed me before I could.
Soft. Slow, Possessive.
His lips moved against mine like he had all the time in the world, deepening the kiss just enough to make my stomach flip.
When he finally pulled back, he whispered, “My dolcezza, amore mio
I frowned slightly. “What, what does that even mean?”
Liam smirked, brushing his thumb against my swollen lips.
“It means you’re mine, Camille.”
And the way he said it so sure, so certain–made me forget why I ever wanted to get up in the first place.
It was already lunchtime when Liam finally let go of me. The warm bath had helped soothe my sore body.
I ran a towel through my damp hair, my fingers freezing when my gaze caught the reflection in the mirror.
Marks
Dark, undeniable marks trailed from the curve of my neck down over my collarbone, disappearing beneath my robe.
Heat crawled up my skin as the memories of how I got these marks flooded back.
A sudden knock made me jump.
“Camille” Liam’s baritone voice carried through the door. “Why the hell did you lock this?”
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-I was showering? I called back.
“But I need to per
I sighed heavily. “Liam, there’s another b bathroom outside”
“But this one’s closer,” he said, his voice dripping with lazy amusem
1 groaned, rubbing my temples before finally unlocking the door. The moment it swung open, I regretted it.
Tham leaned against the doorframe, looking entirely too pleased with himself. His messy hair, that devilish smirk, and–God help me he was standing in nothing but his boxers
1 quickly averted my gaze, keeping my chin high as I stepped forward, intent on escaping. But before I could, his arm shot out, caging me in.
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“Not so fast, wife Aren’t you forgetting something?”
I frowned. “Forgeiling what!”
Liam leaned in, his stubble brushing against my check, making me flinch.
“This.” he murmured, rubbing his jaw. You’ve been complaining about it nonstop
I stiffened. “A–and?”
“And since you hate it so much, why don’t you help me shave?” His lips curled into a teasing grin. “I mean, you’re the one who has to feel it when kiss you.
My entire face burned.
“Liam Anderson! I tried to smack him, but he quickly caught my wrist.
Tm just saying, dolcezza,” he drawled, stepping closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Wouldn’t you prefer it smooth?”
So this was the other side of that dangerous man I met frw w months
.
s ago!
Oh God.
