Page 59 of Sinful Wrath

I grind my teeth as I turn the car around and speed back toward the townhouse.

All this time, she’s been lying to my face, and I’ve been too blinded by the thought of fucking her to notice.

I played right into her hand, and it might just cost me everything. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

I push the accelerator to the floor.

There’s no coming back from this. She’s broken my trust once and for all, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.

When Lucia learns what I’m about to do, she might truly call the wedding off once and for all, but I have no choice if I want to keep Massimo from slitting my throat.

Having more responsibility within the bratva will be useless if I’m dead.

14

LUCIA

I wasn’t planningon sneaking out tonight. If anything, that was the last thing I wanted.

After the amazing sex with Mikhail, I was hoping to drift off into a dreamless sleep and wake up feeling refreshed. But the moment he left the room, he locked the door, and my breath leaves my lungs.

Was he locking me up to punish me for not being quiet? If so, that wasn’t part of the deal.

I thought we were having fun playing a little game, nothing more. I didn’t realize there was any malicious intent behind it, but I guess I could have read the entire thing wrong…

He said he trusted me, so I have to try and believe that it wasn’t intentional.

But it doesn’t change the fact that my door is locked, which means one thing. The moment my head hits the pillow, I’m going to be pulled into a nightmare that’s going to leave me covered in sweat and silently begging for my life.

That is not how I want this night to end.

It only took one message from my friend Macy begging me to come out partying to have me climbing out of the window and making my way across town toDolce, the new club just off fifth avenue that opened a few weeks ago. The very opening that I was meant to attend but instead, I spent the evening naked in the sea with Mikhail…

A giggle escapes my lips at the thought. Who knew that a few weeks later, I would be living in his house and having the most mind-blowing sex of my life.

Fuck, I want more. So muchmore.

The moment he began tying my wrists, I knew I was in for one hell of a ride.

It’s always the quiet ones that are the most incredible in bed, and Mikhail Koslov did not disappoint.

Not that I could ever tell him that he’s the best sex I’ve ever had. It would go right to his head, and I can’t have that. I need to be the one to leavehimwanting more.

Next time, I’ll showhimwhat I can do.

Dolceturns out to be completely worth the hype. The music is on point and the champagne keeps flowing.

I lose myself to the beat, letting my eyes flutter closed and my body sway back and forth among the sea of strangers. Soon enough, a thin sheen of sweat covers my skin, and the buzz of the alcohol starts to take hold.

This isexactlywhat I needed. At least as an avoidance tactic rather than a solution to my nightmares. But I’m not ready to face the truth behind them yet.

I know the attack in the park combined with being forced to stay home made everything worse.

I may have some sort of PTSD that I don’t have the energy to try and work through right now. Not when I’m getting married in a week.

I try my best to swallow down the guilt at deceiving Mikhail and focus on having fun while I can.

“This club is amazing!” I yell to Macy over the music.