"Fuck.."I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust. 
[Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. 
"But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him. 
"You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him.

Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story

　　"Quantum pensi ache valga la tua ragazza?" (How much do you think your girlfriend is worth?) 


　　I am brought back to reality when I overhear one of the goons speaking Italian.


　　They converse exclusively in their mother tongue for two reasons: one, they're speaking about me, and two, they don't want me to know of their agendas because I am guaranteed to detest them with a passion.


　　'They are certainly in for a little treat..' My inner Goddess cackles. 


　　They have no idea that I have been buried in books recently; I may not be fluent in Italiano, just yet. But, I can understand enough to pick up on what they are saying for me to respond.


　　Aces' pupils contract into thin slits, and his fingers twist into the plain white table cloth in front of him, crinkling the perfectly ironed linen as he inwardly seethes by the comment being made.


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