Chapter 23 The illusion of control

Lorenzo’s POV:

In the silvered reflection of the glass, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. Terrified. Breathless. Exquisite. Mine.

Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her pale skin flushed a deep, feverish rose. Around her throat, the gold of the Genovese crest shone, the ...

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