The Devil's Kiss
A/N: I'm in the middle of class while writing this so just image all your friends watching as you write a Wattpad book ð
The air between them was suffocating.
Mia wanted to step back, to regain some semblance of control. But something in Lorenzo's gaze held her in place, his unspoken promise hanging heavy between them.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she opened her mouth, unsure of what words would come out. What could she say to a man like him? A man who didn't just break rulesâhe wrote them.
"I'm not afraid of you, Lorenzo," Mia said, though the words felt empty even as they left her lips.
Lorenzo's lips twitched, the faintest of smiles pulling at the corner of his mouth. He didn't believe her.
And why should he? She had never been good at pretending. Not in a situation like this.
"Mia," he said, his voice soft, coaxing. "You're standing in the eye of the storm. You can lie to yourself all you want, but deep down, you know exactly what I'm capable of."
A shiver ran down her spine at the cold certainty in his tone. She could feel the truth of his words deep in her bones.
The silence stretched on, thick and laden with tension. Her pulse raced, every instinct screaming at her to walk awayâyet she found herself rooted to the spot.
Lorenzo stepped closer, and the distance between them was so small now that Mia could feel the heat radiating off him.
His fingers brushed against her cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She didn't pull away.
"Mia, you have no idea what it's like to want something," he murmured, his voice low, raw. "To want it so badly that nothing else matters."
Her breath hitched as he cupped her face, his thumb tracing her jawline with a tenderness that made her stomach flip. His touch was gentle, yet the weight of it felt like a promise.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "But I will if I have to."
She could see the rawness in his eyesâthe conflict, the pain, the hunger.
His lips hovered just inches from hers, and Mia's breath caught in her throat.
She wanted to pull back, to push him away, but something inside her told her she wouldn't. She couldn't.
"Lorenzo..." Her voice cracked, the word coming out like a plea. She wasn't sure for what. For him to leave? For him to kiss her? For the chaos to stop?
Instead of answering, Lorenzo closed the distance between them. His lips crashed into hers with a hunger that stole her breath.
The kiss was rough, desperate, as though he was trying to claim something that had always been just out of reach. Mia didn't know what she was doingâwhether she should fight him or give in to the overwhelming pull he had on her.
But for the first time, in the midst of all the confusion and chaos, she felt alive.
His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, and she felt the hard lines of his body press against hers. It was impossible to think, impossible to breatheâbut she didn't care.
The kiss deepened, and for a brief moment, everything else disappeared. There was no mafia boss, no dangerous world closing in on her. There was only himâonly the raw, undeniable connection between them.
But the moment didn't last.
Lorenzo pulled back, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with something Mia couldn't name.
She wanted to say something. To ask him why he had done that. But her mind was too clouded, her thoughts tangled in the heat of the moment.
"Mia," Lorenzo said, his voice strained. "You're not going to walk away from this. Not anymore."
She opened her mouth to argue, but he cut her off with a single, piercing look.
"You can deny it all you want. But we're already tangled up in each other. There's no going back."
And just like that, Mia knew he was right.
She had already crossed a line.
There was no turning back.