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"Trust?" I scoff, my chest tightening with anger and frustration. "How can I trust you when your world is built on violence and deceit?"
"Because whether you want to admit it or not, you do. You see something in me that no one else does," he murmurs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "You see the man beneath the monster. And I won't let you down, Isabella. That, I promise."
"Please, Vincenzo," I beg, my voice barely a whisper. "Please find a way to end this madness."
Vincenzo doesn't speak again.
Instead, he pulls me into his arms and crashes his lips against mine.
"My madness is you. I'm obsessed with you,cara mia," he whispers in my ear. "Can you feel it?"
He doesn't give me a chance to respond before his hand is between my legs, expertly petting me and causing my body to gush with wetness just for him.
I moan as his fingers work their magic, my back arching instinctively as he brings me to the brink of ecstasy. His eyes are locked onto mine, adoration and possessiveness blazing in his gaze as he watches me unravel under his touch.
"You're mine, Isabella," he growls, his voice heavy with desire. "No one else can have you. Only me."
His words send shivers down my spine, the intensity of his passion both terrifying and exhilarating. I know that I should be afraid, that I should run as far from him as possible, but I can't deny the pull I feel toward this dangerous man.
As he positions himself between my thighs, I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I'm wet and ready for him, my body craving his touch like a drug.
He enters me slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until I'm filled to the brim with his hot, hard length. I cry out as he starts to move, his hips pumping in a brutal rhythm that leaves me gasping for air.
He's rough with me, taking what he wants without apology. But there's a tenderness in his touch, a deep-seated vulnerability that he can't quite hide. And I know, without a doubt, that I'm the only one who will ever see this side of him.
We move together, lost in a sea of raw passion and need. And when we finally come apart, panting and sweaty and satiated, I know that nothing will ever be the same again.
Because I'm addicted to Vincenzo De Luca, body and soul.
Nine
Isabella
Ican feel the energy in the studio shifting as I dance, my body weightless and fluid. My fellow dancers move with practiced grace around me, but the sudden hush that falls over them is impossible to ignore. I glance up and there he stands. Vincenzo De Luca, his presence casting a heavy shadow over the room.
Whispers flutter through the air like nervous butterflies, but I force my focus back on the choreography. He shouldn't be here, not after last night. The memory of his hands on my skin, his lips trailing fire down my neck, sends shivers through me even now. I can feel myself growing wet just thinking about it, and I hate how much power he has over my body already.
"Isabella." His voice commands my attention, stopping me mid-twirl. Our eyes lock, and I can see the intensity in his gaze, the same hunger that consumed us both last night. It takes all my willpower to remain composed as he approaches me, his footsteps echoing through the now-silent studio.
"Vincenzo," I reply, fighting to keep my voice steady. "What are you doing here?"
"Can I not come to watch the woman who has captured my thoughts?" He smiles, but there's an edge to his words that makes my heart race.
"Your presence is...unexpected," I say, swallowing hard. My pulse quickens as Vincenzo reaches out, his fingers grazing my arm. A jolt of desire shoots through me at the contact. No, I can't let him affect me like this. Not here, surrounded by my fellow dancers who look on with unease.
"Perhaps I should make my visits more frequent," he suggests, his tone dripping with possessiveness. My breath catches in my throat, torn between the thrill of his attention and the fear of what it might mean for the fragile balance of my life.
"Vincenzo, please," I whisper, desperation and desire warring within me. "This is my sanctuary, my place of peace."
"Then let me be your protector, Isabella," he murmurs, his voice a dark melody that entwines itself around my soul. His touch lingers on my arm, as if he can feel the storm raging beneath my skin.
I swallow and turn away from him.
As the music begins, I take my place at the center of the studio floor, feeling Vincenzo's eyes on me like a tangible force. My heart pounds in my chest, equal parts excitement and trepidation coursing through my veins. No, I must focus on the dance. Nothing else matters now.
With each graceful movement, I try to lose myself in the familiar choreography, praying that the artistry will be enough to shield me from the intensity of Vincenzo's scrutiny. But it's no use. His presence is a storm cloud looming over my every step, casting dark shadows across the once-bright space.
My limbs grow tense and rigid under the weight of his gaze, my usually fluid movements betraying the turmoil within. It's as if the darkness that clings to him has seeped into my very bones, threatening to consume me whole.
