CHOSEN BY A SINNER (Completed)

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When I'm done, I close the curtains and crawl into the foreign bed. I try to snuggle into the pillow, upset that I forgot

to bring mine from home. Home. That's one thing this apartment will never feel like.

God, how am I going to get through the next six months?

And what if Luca really refuses to give me an annulment?

Suddenly the door opens, and as I glance over my shoulder, it's to see Luca stalking toward the bed. He grabs the covers and tosses them back.

"Hey!"

With an angry glare that sends chills down my spine, he swoops me into his arms, bridal style, and stalks out of the room.

For a moment, I'm too stunned because having Luca carry me does weird things to my heart and ovaries.

Being so close to him feels amazing.

I shake my head hard to snap out of it.

Giving Luca a glare of my own, I demand, "Put me down."

I'm dropped on his bed, then he plants a hand on either side of my shoulders, his face inches from mine. The desire to kiss him comes out of left field, knocking the breath from my lungs.

Dear God. Fighting with this man is better than any foreplay I've ever experienced.

"You will sleep in my bed." His tone is deadly as if he's barely hanging on to his self-control, and it has my core flushing with heat.