The Maddest Obsession (Made Book 2)

“Fine.” He shook his head, his eyes flashing with darkness. “How about because I love you, Gianna? Because I think I have since the moment I saw you? Because if you weren’t in this world anymore, I would find a way to take myself out of it?”

He wanted me, and he hated it

He grabbed my hips and set me on the island, spreading my legs to stand between them. He slid his hands up the sides of my thighs, and the warmth of them made me shiver.

What do you want from me, Christian?”

He turned to me, eyes dark. “Everything.”

“Ty samaya krasivaya zhenshchina kotoruyu ya kogda-libo videl.”

Lovely. I’d let the disgustingly handsome fed ruin an entire eye color for me.

“You’re not even Catholic!”

“I’m whatever you are.”

She scoffed. “And what would you like to see me in, Your Highness?”

My bed, spread-eagled and naked.

“Haven’t you heard? Love is an obsession. Some would even say . . . the maddest obsession.”

“Honey,” she laughed. “I’m sure you’ve just been blinded by the incredibly beautiful man he is, but I’m here to tell you, he has never wanted just sex from you. All anyone has to do is look at him when you’re in the room to know he’s obsessed with you.”