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His voice softens as he adds, "I need to apologize. I know I've been controlling, and I'm truly sorry." His eyes are filled with genuine remorse, revealing a side of him I've never seen before.
I'm unsure how to respond. Our hands remain close on the table, the warmth of his skin radiating toward mine, reminding me of our undeniable connection despite the darkness lurking beneath.
"Isabella," he murmurs, leaning in closer, his breath warm against my cheek. "I understand your fears, and I wish I could take them away. But I can promise you this. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe."
The sincerity in his voice tugs at my heartstrings, but I struggle with the weight of the decision before me. Can I truly trust Vincenzo, knowing the dangers that surround him? My body craves the comfort and intimacy of his touch, but my mind warns me of the potential consequences.
“I want to believe you,” I whisper, my gaze locked with his, searching for any hint of deception. "I want to trust that there's more to you than meets the eye. But it's so hard when every instinct tells me to run."
Vincenzo's jaw flexes as he sits back in his chair.
A flicker of vulnerability dances across Vincenzo's eyes, and my heart lurches in response. His expression is so raw, so open, that it sends a shiver down my spine. But I can't forget the darkness lurking beneath his surface—a darkness that threatens to consume everything in its path.
"I know I've made mistakes," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the haunting melody playing in the background, "and I know it will take time for you to trust me. But please, don't turn away from me now."
My emotions churn like a tempestuous sea, attraction and wariness battling fiercely within me. And yet, as Vincenzo gazes at me with those piercing blue eyes, something inside me starts to unravel. A dam breaks, letting the floodgates open, and tears prick my eyes.
"Vincenzo..." My voice trembles, and I swallow hard, trying to regain control over my racing thoughts.
He reaches across the table, his hand gently brushing against mine, and I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my veins. The sensation is both thrilling and terrifying, igniting a fire deep within me that cannot be extinguished.
"Isabella," he whispers, his breath warm on my skin. "I can't deny what I feel for you. I want you more than anything in this world, and maybe that makes me a bit obsessive, but so be it."
His words echo through my head, each syllable etching itself onto my heart. And as I look into his eyes, I see the truth behind them—a truth that leaves me breathless and aching for more.
Our eyes lock, blue ice meeting dark fire, and I feel the weight of our unspoken desires and fears pressing down upon me.
"Cara mia," Vincenzo murmurs, his voice a velvet caress that sends shivers racing down my spine. In this moment, he is both predator and prey, the powerful mob boss who could crush me without a second thought and the vulnerable man laying his heart bare before me.
"Vincenzo," I whisper back, reaching out to trace the line of his jaw with trembling fingers. His skin is warm and smooth beneath my touch, and I can feel the pulse of his lifeblood thrumming just below the surface.
"Tell me what you need, Isabella," he says, his voice laced with a quiet desperation that mirrors my own. "I will give you whatever it takes to prove my devotion to you."
My heart races as I search for the answer within myself, the truth buried beneath layers of fear and longing. And as I stare into the stormy depths of his eyes, I realize that there is only one way to truly know whether I can trust Vincenzo De Luca.
"Show me," I say, the words barely a whisper as they tumble from my trembling lips. "Show me the depth of your feelings, Vincenzo. Make me believe."
He leans closer, our breaths mingling in the charged air between us. "Tonight I will worship you like the goddess you are. By the time I'm through, you'll never doubt my feelings for you ever again. You will bemineas much as I am yours."
Twelve
Vincenzo
Iclaim Isabella in the most primitive way, my body trembling with need as I move within her. Our breaths mingle, our sweat clinging to each other as we become one. My hands grip her hips, refusing to let her escape the intensity of our union. I lean in close, whispering in her ear, "You will always be mine, Isabella. Your body can't deny how you truly feel."
Her soft moans and gasps fill the room as I worship every inch of her, making her come undone over and over again. She is a symphony of pleasure, and I am the conductor, guiding her through every crescendo.
As our passion subsides, I hold her close, our bodies still intertwined. She has burrowed deep under my skin, her presence an itch I can't scratch, a hunger that refuses to be sated. She is my obsession, consuming me from the inside out.
"Isabella," I murmur against her damp skin, "I want you to join me for a private dinner at the theater after your performance tomorrow night."
"Vincenzo, I—" she hesitates, her voice barely a whisper.
"Please," I interrupt, my tone imploring. "I need to see you again. There's something between us, something powerful, and you can't ignore it any longer."
She looks into my eyes, her dark orbs searching for something, perhaps reassurance or understanding. Then she nods, her decision made. "Alright, Vincenzo. I'll meet you there."
My heart swells, the anticipation of our encounter sending a shiver down my spine. The thought of watching her dance, of seeing her grace and passion fully realized on stage, fills my mind. I imagine her lithe form moving effortlessly across the floor, her slender limbs cutting through the air like a razor's edge.
