How about a teaser from Salvatore, my upcoming Dark Mafia Romance? This scene is told from Salvatore's POV. Lucia and Salvatore have just left the church service for her father's funeral. (PS, read to the end, I've got an ARC CONTEST GONIG ON RIGHT NOW!)
“You know what it’s like to lose someone close?” Lucia's tone dripped sarcasm. “My father and I weren’t close.”
I studied her, feeling my face tighten, my eyes narrow infinitesimally.
I did not speak.
“But let me ask you something. Do you know what it’s like to watch people you love killed before your very eyes?”
I did, but still, I remained silent.
“To have everyone taken away from you? To become the property of your enemy?”
Oh yes. Yes, I did.
“To be sent to live on your own among strangers with not a friend in the world? Under constant watch. I don’t think you know those things, Salvatore, because if you did, you would feel. You would have some compassion. Be human.” She gave me another once-over. “But there is one thing you do know, isn’t there? You know how to stand by and do nothing at all.”
My hands clenched into fists and a sudden, hot anger burned inside me. I felt the driver’s eyes flash back at us in the rearview mirror, but he kept driving, slowing down as we passed through the cemetery gates.
“Be careful,” I warned, my tone low and quiet. But it was true, wasn’t it? What she said was true.
Lucia’s eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head to the side, one corner of her mouth rising into a smirk. “Did Daddy give you his seal of approval that day? Did he pat you on the back later? Call you a ‘good boy’?” she taunted.
My fingernails dug into my palms, and I made a point of looking out the window as the driver parked the car.
“Is that it, Salvatore?” she continued, misunderstanding my silence, mistaking it for weakness.
The driver killed the engine. “Give us a minute,” I said. He stepped out of the car and closed the door, standing just outside.
I turned back to her.
“Are you Daddy’s little puppet?” she asked.
Her eyes spewed hate. Did she know she toed a very dangerous line? That she broached a truth that had kept me in a state of constant struggle these past few years?
I gave a little snort and relaxed my body, smiling, leaning just a little closer. I could see the pulse at her neck working, telling me her heart pounded hard, telling me that on the inside, she wasn’t so sure.
“Lucia.” I said softly, raising my hand.
Her gaze shifted to it, then back to my eyes.
I touched her face with the backs of my fingers, caressing that soft, creamy skin. “So pretty,” I said, my eyes on her lips when I gripped her chin. “But such a big mouth.”
She swallowed, her eyes widening.
I leaned in close enough to smell her perfume, something soft and light and somehow, even now, erotic. I inhaled deeply before drawing her to me, my eyes still on those lips. She held her breath. “So, so pretty.” My other hand traveled to her chest, to the soft swell of one breast, coming to rest on her pounding heart. She knew I knew I affected her.
I turned her face to the side, rubbing the scruff of my jaw against it before bringing my mouth to her ear. “Be careful,” I whispered, feeling her shudder when I ran my tongue over the ridge of her ear before sliding it inside.
She gasped. Her hands came up to my chest, but she didn’t push.
“When you try to bite the wolf,” I started, “he just might bite back.”