Owned By The Underworld

Let me go."

My voice came out sharper than I intended, but it was either that or let him hear how fast my heart was beating.

Matteo didn't even flinch. He just stepped closer, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over me, the faint scent of smoke and expensive cologne wrapping around me like a net.

"You still don't get it, bella," he murmured, his voice low and smooth like he had all the time in the world. His fingers brushed my jaw, tilting my face toward him. "You're not leaving."

"You can't just-"