Cruel Vows

His eyes flash with passionate desire and he smiles, not the cruel smile I’ve seen so often. This smile is warm, and it makes my stomach dance with butterflies. “Good,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue swipes through them, demanding entrance as he deepens the kiss and ignites that need for release in an instance. When he breaks away, he nips my bottom lip and then mutters. “Because I love you too, princess.”

My chest feels like it’s going to burst, hearing him say those words to me. I don’t know why he loves me. We’re such different people and yet somehow we fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

“I must be insane,” I murmur, as I find myself mesmerized by his eyes.

“No.” He presses his lips to my jaw, kissing me there before moving to my neck. “You’re just admitting the truth that I knew all along.”

“And what truth is that?” I ask.

He smirks. “I told you from the start we are made for each other.”

I roll my eyes. “You are crazy.”

He returns his attention to my neck, making me shudder. “And you love it.”

I smile at that, allowing him the last word. As the truth is, I love it. I love everything about this man, even though I fear commitment and always have. Love is dangerous. It can hurt you in ways I always believed weren’t worth risking, and yet I love him, anyway.

Massimo didn’t give me the choice to shoot him down. Instead, he forced me to receive his love. He forced me to see that all along we were right for one another.

And I will be thankful every day that he did, as my life now is better than I ever imagined it could be before we met.