328. THE DUKE IS A BASTARD
ELLIOT
Rossella lowered her head, coughing a little and panting rapidly. I think I went too far.
“Let me see, did I hurt you? Wait, Rossella, no, don’t get up, I’ll kneel down…” I tried to stop her when she grabbed onto my legs and started to rise.
She wiped her swollen lips with her hand. I immediately checked to see if she was hurt.
“I… lost control, I didn’t…”
“It’s fine,” she took my finger, the one caressing her chin, and licked it, never breaking eye contact, making every inch of my body