Chapter 52

• Lana
• Dominic’s mouth stays on me, slow and thorough, like he has all the time in the world. The sensation builds fast, too fast. Focus starts to slip, so I bite down on my lower lip until the sharp sting cuts through the haze. Almost blood. Not yet. I can’t let go yet. Not now.
• My gaze drops without thinking. The outline in his sweatpants is impossible to ignore. Mannagia alla miseria. He’s huge. The fabric strains, pushed out like a damn flagpole. It looks thicker than it did seconds ago, heavier too, like it’s pulling him forward.