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Ettore's warm breath tickles my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Do you really think Ugo can make you feel like this?" he whispers, his fingers lightly trailing along the curve of my hip.

"No," I speak the truth, my voice barely audible. My heart races, and I know that if I don't resist him now, I'll be lost. Ettore's hands slide down to grip my waist, tugging me against him. I gasp at the feel of his arousal pressed to my belly, desire warring with reason.

"Choose me," he rasps, desire darkening his voice.

And my body betrays me, responding with need to his touch.

"Admit it, Carlotta," he taunts, his lips brushing against my neck as he speaks. "You want me.”

My body feels like it's on fire, every nerve and muscle tenses as Ettore's hands glide along my curves. I try to protest, to push him away, but the words are weak and barely audible.

"Please, Ettore," I gasp, unable to hide the desperation in my voice. "I am engaged." The words sound weak even to my own ears, but I cling to them like a lifeline, hoping they will be enough to keep me from succumbing to the dangerous allure of Ettore Mancini.

I don’t need another complication in my life right now.

"Say the word, Carlotta," he commands, his voice low and seductive, "and I'll show you just how much better we are together."

My heart hammers in my chest as I struggle to find the strength to refuse him.

"Stop," I finally manage, my voice firm despite the tremble in my body. "I cannot do this, Ettore.”

I can feel the heat of Ettore's body pressed against mine. He drags his fingertips along my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. "And yet, here you are," he murmurs, his voice dark and seductive, "quivering beneath my touch like a moth drawn to the flame."

His breath is warm and intoxicating in my ear, as he murmurs a string of dark promises that set my heart racing and my skin alight with desire.

"Damn you," I hiss, my anger flaring as I struggle against him

I try to ignore the way my body hums with anticipation, begging for more of his touch, but it seems impossible to resist him when every cell in my being craves his attention.

Chapter 26

Ettore

I watch her, possessiveness blazing in my chest. I’ve cornered her with no escape, though her parted lips suggest otherwise.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, running my fingers down her arm.

“Y-yes,” she stammers, her voice trembling, but she leans into my touch. We're drawn to each other completely. My hands grip her waist tightly, anchoring her to me.

"Lies," I comment, my voice husky with barely contained lust. My mind races, filled with images of claiming her, the passion seething beneath the surface.

"Please, Ettore...I don't know what to do..."

"Let me show you," I whisper, pulling her even closer till her breasts push against my chest, “what Ugo could never give you.”

I now have Carlotta pinned against me; my body pressed against hers. She’s so close, I can hear her heart roar. I reach out, swipe a finger over her lip. She gasps, her lower lip jutting out to my touch, her green eyes parted wide, glued to mine.

She struggles against my hold, soft hands pushing at my chest. "L..let me go."

A growl rumbles in my throat, one last attempt to help her throw caution to the wind. I pin her wrists above her head and she arches into me, her breasts threatening to spill out from above her dress. My eyes hunger over her body, my cock throbbing in my trousers.

"Tell me you don't want this," I demand, my voice low and dangerous. But even as the words leave my lips, I can feel the truth vibrating between us – we are meant to be together, two halves of some dark, twisted fate.

Her chest heaves with each shallow breath, and I can't help but feel a possessive thrill at the sight.

“Tell me,” I roar again.

Tears spring to her eyes and she shakes her head. “I can’t,” she screams back at me. “I can’t lie anymore…”

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