An all-new mafia romance is out now from author LP Lovell, and I have a little sneak peek for you.
“I’m a soldier.”
“You’re not just a soldier to me,” I whisper. “If you die…” I suck in a sharp breath. We were thrown together. I hated him, and now…now I can’t imagine not having him.
“I will not argue with you again—”
I grab his face in both hands and slam my lips over his. For a moment we both freeze. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I need him to understand, to break out of that rigid mold and just…feel.
Slowly, he comes to life. His hands land on my waist, and I expect him to push me away, but instead he pulls me closer. I fall forward, my body plastering to his.
For a moment we’re just two lonely people who need each other. Sasha is an island, living in eternal solitude. I’m lost, cast adrift in a stormy sea. In this moment he’s my haven, my refuge. He allows me in, cocoon’s me, saving us both.
I can’t get close enough to him. He’s tentative, careful, until suddenly he’s not. Fingers thread through my hair and he wrenches my head back, demanding, taking. My breath hitches, and the taste of him invades my mouth. His other hand grips my hip so hard, I can already feel bruises forming. I’m burning up and he just keeps stoking the flames, higher, higher… My legs part, and my hips roll.
He freezes, a hiss slipping past his lips. One moment I’m on top of him, the next my back hits the mattress and he’s on his feet. He stands next to the bed, his body rigid tense, fists balled as his chest rises and falls on strained breaths. One look at his face and I still, like prey caught in the sights of a predator. His eyes are feral, unhinged.
“Sasha?” My voice trembles.
He slams his eyes closed. “I…” He drops his chin to his chest and then turns and walks out of the room.
I don’t know what to do? I get up and hurry to the door, but he’s gone. The corridor outside my room is completely empty.
I don’t know what just happened.