Chapter 44
Myrah's POV
Where's Caylee?
She accompanied Alisa to your mother's place. We'll run into her at the gathering. Why is that? Is there a problem?
I gave him the command to "wait," after which I locked the door and turned to face him.
"May I offer you a small peck of gratitude?" A mere nibble on the lips?" I inquired as I observed his shoes. Valentino used his hand to raise my chin, and then he forced me to gaze into his eyes.
He said, "Go ahead," and I did. I didn't have to stand on my toes to peck his lips because my heels highlighted how tall I was.
I needed more. Even a small taste of him drove me nuts. I was rendered helpless by my unbridled need as well as the horrifying anguish of waiting and self-control in the face of his keen gaze.
By yanking me by the waist towards him, Valentino caused a collision of our bodies. Just that tiny movement caused my lips to make an odd noise.
