Page 60 of Righteous Enforcer
Not when one wrong move could destroy everything.
Yet I can't pull away.
Adriano's hands tangle in my hair, and I melt against him like I've been starving for his touch.
Maybe I have been.
Four years of running, of looking over my shoulder, of raising our daughter alone, of wishing for him, and now he's here, solid and real and wanting me.
But he doesn't trust me.
The thought slices through the desire.
How could he?
I've given him every reason to doubt me.
If he knew the whole truth, what I did, who I was working for, this tenderness would transform into violence.
The same hands cradling my face would probably close around my throat.
Alessandro already suspects.
I saw it in his eyes during the interrogation, the same coldness of his father, Lorenzo.
He's just waiting for confirmation of what he already believes—that I betrayed them all.
And Adriano, despite this moment of weakness, despite the longing evident in his touch, is suspicious too.
He's kissing me even as he's trying to extract my secrets.
I pull back, breathless, his taste still on my lips.
Our eyes lock, and I'm transported back to stolen moments in this room, his hands tracing my body like he was memorizing every curve.
How safe I felt wrapped in his arms, before everything went wrong.
God, I've missed him.
Not just physically, but the way he made me feel. Like I mattered.
Like I was more than just a pawn in the game between the Morozova Bratva and the Dantes.
"Eva.” His voice saying my name causes my chest to ache with yearning.
I want him, more than I should allow myself to want anything.
"I shouldn't.” But even as I say the words, my body betrays me, leaning into his touch.
"Tell me to stop, then." Adriano’s breath is hot on my skin.
I can't form the words.
Every logical part of my brain screams to push him away, to remember the danger, the impossibility of this ever working.
But my heart that never stopped loving him is louder than those warnings.
When his mouth captures mine again, I surrender completely.
