Bab 92: The important memory

Ursula slipped quietly out of the house, determined to see Marco today. She felt more assured after Zia had practically helped push her fears aside. 

She needed to see Marco help her understand this feeling building inside of her. She knew in many people's eyes, asides from that of Zia, that she was playing with fire. But what was she to do when that said fire stood over six feet and had the face and body of a god. 

She couldn't help how her toes curled every time she thought of his lips on hers, how her face flushed when he called her princess. The way he called her was different from any other person. He called her like she was a naughty girl who needed a minor correction. 

Not only was it hot, but boy did she find herself craving his voice whispering sweet nothings into her ears. She loved Maria to death, but for the first time, she allowed lust to trump loyalty. When she got to Vincenzo's mansion, she was not surprised to find everywhere quiet.