Chapter 8

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Otto

"I love you. I fucking do." Telling her how I felt was a good start. "I know it might sound crazy and out of character, because it is, but I've never felt this way with anyone before. I'm not sure how or when it happened, but it did, and there's no going back from that. I love you, Kimberly." My declaration hung in the air between us as I watched her face contort with an array of emotions, leaving me hanging in the balance.

"Luca..." she hesitantly murmured, seeming at a loss for words.

Unwilling to even consider having her push me away again, I hardened my resolve and continued, "That one special night when we were drunk dancing under the moonlight, and you said you loved me, was that a lie?"

Casting her eyes low, she made a small shake of her head. "No, of course it wasn't. And it's true. It was what I felt at the time."

Hope washed over me, but I didn't want to blatantly state the obvious, because a part of me needed for her to admit it out loud.

"And now? How do you feel about me now?"

Beautiful, saddened puppy eyes glazed with unshed tears met with my determined ones. "What I feel now doesn't matter, so whatever it is you aim to achieve, please give up. I'm never going to leave him. Sometimes, life doesn't pan out the way we want it to. Sometimes, there are bigger things to worry about than one's happiness."

She was willing to deny us paradise. Couldn't she see that I would do anything—literally any damn thing—to make her mine once more? I was laying my heart on the line, and whether she chose to butcher it or nurture it was her call.

Leaning towards her body, I slightly bent my head to whisper into her ear, unwavering. "You still feel it." My hand gently placed itself against her chest where I could feel the rapid, steady rate of her heart. "You know you do, but you won't let me hear you say those words again. That's okay. I won't force it out of you."

I felt her body shiver just as her pebbled buds hardened against my chest, bolting my body into a carnal state of unparalleled passion. God help me, I wanted her like a parched man desired water in the middle of the desert, with its blistering sun scorching down on them.

The scent that was only her—her own personal aroma—enraptured my senses, filling me with profound nostalgia. "Don't stop me. Per favore..." I rasped out into her ear before the tip of my tongue snaked out to taste her skin. To me, there was nothing more delectable than savoring the very taste of her on my tongue. "I need you, cara." More than anything I could imagine. Right at that instant, in that small speck of time, I felt more alive than I had for the past months, living like an automated person, perfecting the pretention of living a normal life.

She wanted me; every pore in her body screamed as much to my touch. Her body called on my animalistic senses, pleading, craving for me to take her on a wild, passionate ride that she once couldn't get enough of. However, I knew she was willing to block me from achieving what I ought to have sought from the very beginning—making her mine and mine alone.

"Luca, I'm married," she pressed, as if I wasn't already aware that she belonged to a man who didn't have the capacity to make her happy the way I could.

Did she honestly believe she could keep me at arm's length because she was wearing a wedding ring?

No, not in this bloody lifetime. I had already made my mind up. From where I was standing, she was still in love with me, yet she wouldn't give me the satisfaction in openly admitting it, so we would dance about the complexity of this tricky situation. I was ready for it, however long it would take her to come back to me. I would wait forever if she would only let me.

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