Stolen Touches (Perfectly Imperfect, #5)

by Neva Altaj

“You are one extremely unusual creature, Goldie,” he whispers into my ear. His voice is rough and hypnotizing, sending a shiver down my spine. “And I like unusual things very much.”

But I wasn’t satisfied with watching her from afar anymore. I want Milene Scardoni like I’ve never wanted anything else before.

Instead of doing so, she thrusts the scrawny animal into my arms and proceeds to open the jar. The cat looks even worse up close. Part of its left ear is missing, and it seems like one of its eyes is looking in the wrong direction.

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The cat is stretched out next to Milene, with its head turned toward the TV. Something is seriously wrong with that animal.

“I’m coming for a lunch with my wife in fifteen minutes. We don’t want to be disturbed.”

“What I am, is uninterested.” “Uninterested.” I nod. He’s absolutely nuts. “About the people who work for you, or people in general?” “In general. With one exception,” he says and levels me with that unnerving gaze of his. “You.”

“You shooed away a whole restaurant full of people?” “You said you wouldn’t be comfortable with them staring at you.” He pulls my hand closer. “Now they won’t.” My heartbeat skyrockets. That’s the most fucking romantic thing a man has ever done for me. “So, a hundred or more people had to leave in the middle of their meal because of my shorts?” “No. They had to leave because no one gets to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Why”—he buries his fingers in my hair, pulling my head lower until my mouth almost touches his lips—“did I buy the bracelet, Milene?” “Because I liked it?” I whisper against his lips. “Because you liked it,” he says as he presses his mouth to mine.

“I’m not jealous.” I take a sip of coffee. “I just have an uncontrollable urge to kill any man who even looks at my wife.”

Squeezing my arm more tightly around her, I smash my lips against hers, stealing that smile. It’s mine. She’s mine. Along with everything else she has to give. Every smile, every kiss, every moan. They’re all mine.

I put the phone back in my pocket and find Aldo and Stefano gaping at me. “We adopted a cat. It’s defective,”

“I want to feel her skin when I touch her,” I answer. “And I can’t do that if I’m wearing a glove.”

“If even a seed of an idea of hurting my wife formed in anyone’s head, I would smash said head open with my bare hands like it’s a fucking watermelon,” I spit out. “Next, I would take out their sick brain and squeeze it so hard the only thing left would be mush.”

Oh, how I will enjoy filleting the man who hurt the only thing in this world I love.

“You don’t understand, Milene,” I say into her mouth. “Of course I do.” She smiles and looks right into my eyes. “I love you, too, Tore.”

“Smiles don’t kill, Salvatore.” “Yours does. Try giving one of the smiles that belong to me to someone else and watch the river of blood ensue.”