His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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Samantha

After the hotel drama, we flew back to New York. I spent the whole plane ride sitting by myself, transfixed on the window view as I thought over every aspect of my life up until this point. It was sad, how my mind worked, because I was now left with that indescribable feeling that often inflated in my chest when I was left alone. 

Once we landed, I rode back to the house with Spade, but we didn't speak the whole forty minute ride. I didn't like the silence because it was too loud. It gave my thoughts more time to dwell. After parking the car in front of the garage, Luciano reached behind my seat and picked up my heels and then grabbed my bloody Louis Vuitton clutch and opened the car door, stepping out.

It was mere silence as he led me inside and upstairs to my room. It was just the two of us, because the others had unsettled business to finish, Wolfe's exact words. Though I had a feeling that meant unwinding somewhere and smoking weed afterwards.

When we got to my room, he tossed my shoes on the floor and dug my phone out of my purse, plugging it into the charger.

As I stared at him, a burst of crippling fear trickled down my spine and pooled at my feet. And not because I was scared of him, because I wasn't, not anymore, but mainly because of the overwhelming feeling swirling in my chest when I looked at him. He was consuming my soul as collateral, and it was almost as if every human emotion inside me only came to the surface whenever he was involved.

"What are you thinking about?"

I realized I was still staring at him, and I swallowed hard. He was so fucking beautiful. "Nothing." I sighed, rubbing my sore eyes. My dress was still wet, feeling heavy and tight against my body. He watched me carefully, eyes firm. I walked closer to him until I had tilt my head to meet his eyes.

"Can you zip my dress down?"

He stared for a very long time, and just when I thought he was going to turn and leave, his hand came to my neck, and he tilted my head back so that I was looking up at him. "That all?"

My heart fell out of my chest. He was so close I could feel his minty breath on my lips, and desire flushed through me. His lips brushed over mine, the faintest touch lighting me on fire and leaving me yearning for more. I wanted to be consumed by him.

"Kiss me," I begged, my heart thundering in my chest.

His body stilled, and his grip around my throat tightened. "You sure? Because the fucking second my lips touch yours angel, you're fucked. No going back after that." I was momentarily stunned as the words were pressed against my mouth, and then I shifted closer to him, running my fingernails across his torso.