Sinful Addiction

XLI

ELENA CASSANO

        I'd never seen him as mad as he was right now. And I knew I was royally fucked. On the outside, he appeared calm but there was also a swirling storm building within the vicinity of him, waiting for take over.

He walked with slow, precise steps, furrowed brows and adjusted his cuff links with each sharp breath. Dangerously intense with a hint of elegance.

        That dark grey suit clinging onto every aspect of his muscular body. Those deep blue eyes met mine but instead of their usual warmth whenever we were alone, his gaze was filled with ice. Sharp and relentless. Cutting through every tissue in my chest.

        For a minute, I had the intense urge to suddenly please him. Crawl into his arms and beg him until the warmth in those beautiful eyes of his was back. I had never seen him look at me like this ever before.

Even when we would argue, his emotionless blue eyes were anything but emotionless, they always held a certain glint of amusement or softness to it but now there was nothing. No emotion, no anger, no softness just calm. And that was terrifying itself.

        "Open." His low voice demanded as I slipped the key out of the door. He hasn't said anything to me since we left the diner and followed me to my motel room.

The man never asked for an address but he led the way to the motel which had me questioning how long he'd been watching me for.

I hesitated for a moment. My heart was throbbing against my chest, and I could feel my clammy fingers tightened around the strap of my duffel bag. The cold, tall man behind me stalking around me didn't help either.

I didn't know what he was going to do to me once we entered but I had a pretty good idea. He would call my papà and I would be transported back to New York.

"Elena," he said in a low growl, his voice filled with the sweetest agony. "Open the fucking door. Do not make me slam this door into the ground."

I wanted to ask if that was even possible but the man was a trained assassin. Of fucking course he could slam the door into the ground.

        My hands trembled slightly at his words, and I inhaled a deep breath before unlocking the door. I didn't move any further than that. Neither did he.

We spent a total of two seconds watching each other. His lips curled slightly with irritation, brooding blue eyes narrowed at the door.

My pulse quickened. I didn't say anything, only watched the man in front of me and wondered if he had really traveled all over the world looking for me.

        He rested a hand on the small of my back, the small intimate touch sending shockwaves through my body like I had been burned by a flame.

With the hand on the small of my back, he pushed me gently into the room when my hand appeared to have lingered a little too long on the doorknob.

        Immediately, I could feel his large hand morphing over my hips and the slam of my body against the wall.

The air knocked out of my lungs, a gasp before his mouth devoured mine, swallowing my next breath before I could get out a word.

His hand moved away from my hips and came to the front of my hoodie, playing with the strings before I heard a ripping sound, the jagged tear of my hoodie into half. "Hey!"