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I close my eyes, trying to block out the way my heart races when he speaks such forbidden words. But it's futile. My mind is filled with images of our tangled limbs and stolen kisses. I may have been an innocent once, but now I am irrevocably tainted by his touch.
"Please, don't do this," I beg, knowing my resistance only fuels his desire. I am a captive audience to his twisted game, a pawn in his web of power and control. Yet, try as I might to deny it, a part of me wants to surrender to him completely.
"Tell me you want me," he growls, his grip on me tightening as he presses his arousal against my hip. "Tell me you need me."
"Vincenzo," I whisper, succumbing to the raw hunger in his voice. My fingers find their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath them. It's a reminder that he's not just a monster. He's a man with desires and vulnerabilities.
"Isabella," he says my name like a prayer as he captures my lips with his own. I know I should push him away, but my body craves his touch, my soul yearning for the darkness he offers.
"Vincenzo," I breathe, giving in to the temptation that is this enigmatic mob boss. I let him claim me once more, knowing that I am falling deeper into his web with every hungry kiss and desperate touch. Try as I might to resist, it seems I am helpless against the intoxicating allure of Vincenzo De Luca.
He thrusts into me, his eyes burning into me with possession. He holds my gaze captive as surely as he does my body. I couldn't look away from him if I tried, and god help me, but Ilikethe obsessed look in his eyes.
Knowing that it'smethat makes him this way.
Dammit, there must be something wrong with me. I'm just as twisted as he is.
And it goes on that way. His eyes burn into me while I dance—always watching. It prickles my skin and sends a thrill running up my spine, despite the danger that I know he brings to the ballet company.
I feel like a traitor. I'm sleeping with the enemy.
But I can't help it. Not when he presses his lips against me and whispers words in my ears that should send me running but instead cause me to melt into his arms.
Not when he makes me feel beautiful and desirable and the most powerful woman in the world.
I'm no better than a junkie with a craving for a fix.
My body craves his touch. My soul yearns for the darkness he offers.
I have to see him. I have to be near him.
I have to be a part of his world.
Ineedthat high that only he can give me.
My addiction has a name.
And it's as dark and deadly as the man who owns my body.
Eight
Vincenzo
The air crackles with tension, like the charged moments before a storm. The scent of danger hangs heavy in the air, and I can feel it crawling under my skin. My heart races, anticipating what's to come. My grip tightens on the steering wheel as my car speeds toward the site of the latest attack.
As I arrive at one of my businesses, a high-end restaurant, I see the chaos that has been unleashed by the rival mob. Glass shards from shattered windows litter the pavement, reflecting the red and blue lights of police sirens. Smoke billows from the charred remains of the entrance, and the once-immaculate façade is marred by black smears of soot and graffiti.
"Boss," one of my men approaches me, his eyes wide with fear. "It's bad."
I don't need him to tell me. I can see it for myself—the destruction, the broken dreams of those who worked here. I grit my teeth, feeling the anger simmering inside me like molten lava.
"Who did this?" I demand.
"Rival mob, no doubt about it," he replies, confirming my suspicions. This isn't just an isolated incident. It's part of a larger pattern. A war is brewing, and it threatens to swallow us all.
Smoke still lingers in the air, a bitter reminder of the flames that consumed one of my businesses just hours ago. I stand amidst the charred remains, struggling to suppress the fury that threatens to consume me as well. My men, those who survived the attack, gather around me – their faces etched with fear and uncertainty.
"Boss," one of them whispers, "we're being picked off one by one. We can't keep going like this."
