REINA

I shoved him so hard my wrists ached.

My palms slammed into his chest with every ounce of anger and fear I could muster. For one brief, satisfying second, I felt the solid wall of muscle shift backward.

But Domenico barely moved.

He absorbed the push like it was nothing, his dark eyes never leaving mine. Calm. Steady. Almost amused by my resistance.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I snapped, wiping my mouth aggressively with the back of my hand as if I could scrub away the memory of his lips.

“You kissed me back,” he said, voice low and certain.

“I did not!”

“You didn’t stop it...