You know me, gattina, you're just conditioned to think you can't trust anyone. He did that to you. Don't let him interfere with us. You have the right to live your life, Grace.
You're a good man, Vittorio. No matter what, you're a good man.
A part of her was thrilled. The same part was terrified. Already it felt too much like ownership. As if he had already branded her in her bones. In her soul.
Every moment I'm with you, bambina, I fall harder. It's difficult for mr to believe you're real. You aren't the only one a little terrified.
Fear wasn't the problem, she could deal with nerves, it was the excitement welling up in her that frightened her most. The unfamiliar emotion was too strong. Too needy. Too everything she was unprepar...
For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she'd always felt ma...
Francesca took a deep breath. Inhaled Stefano. She feared once Barry entered the room she wouldn't be able to breathe properly. She didn't want to take the chance of drawing him into her lungs. He was...
Francesca was...extraordinary. A gift. A miracle. She just gave herself to him. He was connected to her through their shadows and he knew how she felt. Frightened, bordering on terror. Still, he matte...
He brought justice to all kinds of criminals. The rule had been drilled into him over and over:'Never let it be personal.' This was as personal as it was going to get.
He could do that. Make her forget, even if it was just for a few seconds. She couldn't stop the slow nod of assent. Relief swept through her and she put her head back against the seat and closed her e...
He didn't want to take over her life, he wanted her to surrender it to him. Invading her privacy was far different than her volunteering to tell him what was going on in her life.
I'd like you to make an effort to share what you're feeling, good or bad, with me. I'll do the same. If we're honest with each other in our communication this will work for us.
Marry me, be my wife. Be my partner. Take the risk with me. I need you in a way I've never needed anything or anyone. He was giving himself up to her. He'd never felt more vulnerable. Never felt more...
She probably should have been afraid of him, but he brought her such a sense of well-being that fearing him was impossible.
She turned back to him slowly, those eyes of hers meeting his until he felt the impact all the way through his body, as if she'd shot an arrow and it was lodged in the vicinity of his heart. He had to...
Stefano threw back his head and laughed. She loved the sound. Carefree. Masculine. Enjoying life. He didn't laugh a lot. You, bambina, were celebrating me finding you.
Vittorio had recognized early on he had a gift. His voice could be compelling, or commanding, and those in a room reacted to it. He could calm others down, arouse or infuriate, all with his tone.
Vittorio, always the one to seek solutions verbally, had no middle gear. Either he was talking logically, or he was acting, and when he went into action, he made every blow count.
You make me feel alive, Grace. Every cell in my body wakes up around you. My heart. Who knew it was even possible?
As she'd grown, she moved through life in silence, hoping not to be noticed, afraid of drawing attention to herself.
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