“You’re officially Mrs.Vitale now,” he said without glancing up, his voice smooth and edged like a blade. “How does it feel, princess?” she doesn't answer. That’s when he finally looked at me—slow, deliberate—like a man sizing up something he’d just bought at a dangerous price. The smirk that followed was pure sin. "Or should I say…How does it feel knowing you belong to me? Every inch. Every breath.” He leaned back in his chair, eyes roaming over her in a way that made her skin heat.
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