Justice is served, he said softly, and stepped into a long shadow.
Suddenly she could barely breathe. She was always calm, yet now, in the face of the knowledge that she might never find her brother, never be able to tell him that she cared, she couldn't breathe. Cou...
It was just her luck to be in the worst possible circumstances when she met the hottest man in the entire world.
She wanted a family. She loved that the Ferraros were so tight-knit, but she barely knew them. She didn't even really know what Stefano did for a living. There was just a little bit of fear when she w...
He'd loved that she'd fought back, that she was no pushover. That wasn't wanted in a woman, but maybe it was just what he needed.
He needed her to know who he was-her man. Her lover. The man she trusted to always take care of her, have her back, give her everything.
He could hurry everything else in his life, but he was never going to make the mistake of hurrying his time with Grace. She was too important and everything else could take a backseat.
He heart beating too fast. He had always known he had no chance at finding a woman of his own, one who might be able to love him, to live with him, and in the blink of an eye that had turned around. J...
He'd meant what he'd said when he'd told her he didn't want to ever see her hurt or with tears in her eyes. He knew never was a long time, but he would still do his best to make that promise count.
The paparazzi always swarmed around them, giving them better alibis for their work then anything else ever could.
Stay with me, Mariko. I want you to stay. That's all Ricco had said. In that voice. The one that whispered over her skin and seeped into her pores to drown her in him. In his will. He left it to her--...
You have to trust me to take care of you through this, Stefano said, I know it's upsetting, but you have us now. You're not alone. [...]you won't be alone ever again, bella. You're mine. I take care o...
Stop, Ricco all but snarled the command. You're a Ferraro. You never, ever fucking let them see they got to you. Even here, Francesca, you keep your head up. You remember who you are. If you can't do...
He'd loved that she'd fought back, that she was no pushover. That wasn't what he wanted in a woman, but maybe it was just what he needed.
Say yes, Francesca. I didn't think it was possible to feel anything real for a woman. I just couldn't. I tried, but nothing was there. I knew I was capable of loving because I love my sister and broth...
Mine. He nearly spat the word. Telling her. Wanting that word branded into her bones. Wanting his name carved deep into her soul. She. Was. 'His'. His everything.
She didn't want the mask he wore around others. She wanted the true intamacy he had given her, the real Vittorio, the real man. He had offered her that man and she'd been so afraid she'd rejected him.
He was waiting and she had to answer. Take that last irrevocable step. [...] She'd do whatever was necessary, but it had to be the right thing, no mistakes. What she was doing was very, very dangerous...
She had more practice than any other rider that she knew of in hiding how she felt, yet Ricco read her.
Just once, even if it wasn't real she wanted to feel as if a man saw only her. No one else. For those moments, she was his world. His canvas. He saw beauty in her.