Chapter 24 The Ghost Of His Touch

• The memory of Marco’s kiss lingered like an unshakable ghost, haunting every quiet moment Sofia found to herself. That morning had started like any other—or so she’d thought. But now, as she sat curled up on the wide leather couch in the penthouse’s living room, her book untouched in her lap, her mind couldn’t stray from the heat of his lips, the way his touch had burned through her resistance like dry paper in a fire.
• It wasn’t just the kiss itself—it was what it awakened inside her.
• Sofia frowned, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the book’s spine. She had hated him in that moment, hadn’t she? The way he claimed her so ruthlessly, the unspoken demand in his kiss that made her body betray her mind. Yet, the hatred wasn’t clean. It tangled with something she couldn’t name, something that made her pulse race every time her mind drifted back to the feel of his hands gripping her hips.