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“Don’t ever doubt that,” he whispered, his breath hot against my lips. “You’re mine, in every way that matters.”

I nodded, unable to speak, too lost in the heat of his touch, the way his lips moved over mine like he was starving for me. I could feel his desire, his need, in every movement, every growl, every rough caress of his hands as they roamed over my body.

He kissed me harder, his lips bruising, his teeth grazing my bottom lip in a way that made me gasp, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent a jolt of electricity through me. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my body arching against his as I matched his intensity, his fervor, his rough demands.

Massimo broke the kiss suddenly, his breathing ragged, his eyes blazing with a dark, dangerous light.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His voice was low and rough. “How hard it is to stay focused, to keep my head straight when all I want to do is take you, claim you… right here, right now?”

A thrill ran through me at his words, a rush of heat pooling low in my belly.

“Then don’t hold back,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. “Take me, Massimo…”

His eyes flared, and before I could blink, he lifted me, his hands gripping my waist as he pinned me against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine again with a fierce, unrestrained hunger. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands tangling in his hair as I kissed him back just as fiercely, losing myself in the raw intensity of the moment.

“God, Sofia,” he growled against my lips, his breath hot and heavy. “You drive me crazy… make me want to forget everything, everyone. Except you… only you.”

I moaned softly, my fingers tightening in his hair, my body pressing closer to his. “Then forget them,” I whispered, my voice breathless. “Just for now… forget everything but us.”

He groaned again, a deep, primal sound that made my heart race, and his lips found mine once more, devouring, desperate, like he was trying to consume every part of me and make me a part of him. His hands roamed over my body, gripping, caressing, his touch possessive and demanding.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “And I’m not going to let anyone, especially not Raffaele, come between us.”

I gasped, my head tilting back to give him more access, my body trembling under his touch. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised, my voice filled with resolve.

I smiled, leaning in to capture his lips again, feeling the fire between us burn brighter, hotter. We might be in the middle of a dangerous chess match, surrounded by enemies on all sides, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I was his, he was mine, and that was all that mattered.

For now, that was enough.

It would have to be.

“Then show me what it means to be yours,” I said softly.

A growl rumbled deep in his chest, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with an intensity that took my breath away.“You don’t know what you’re asking for,la mia bambina,” he whispered, his tone both a warning and a promise.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for,” I replied, my hands sliding down to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath my palms. “And I want it… I want you.”

He seemed to lose the last thread of his restraint at my words. His mouth crushed against mine in a bruising kiss, claiming and devouring. His hands moved over my body, rough and urgent, like he was trying to memorize every inch, every curve. I could feel his need, his desire, pulsing through him, and it sent a wave of heat pooling low in my belly.

He lifted me higher, pressing me against the wall, his body pinning me there, and I felt the hard line of his cock against me, hot and insistent. I let out a soft moan, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, my body arching into his touch.

He growled again, his lips moving to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Say it,” he commanded, his tone thick with desire. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I whispered, my voice breathless, my breathing ragged.

“Again,” he demanded, his teeth grazing my earlobe, sending a shiver through me.

“I’m yours, Massimo,” I repeated, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Always.”

A satisfied sound escaped his lips, almost a purr, and he kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer, as if he could never get enough.

He moved us away from the wall, carrying me effortlessly across the room, his lips never leaving mine. I could feel the strength in his arms, the power in his grip, and it made my heart race, made my blood sing with excitement. He crossed the room in a few long strides, and then I felt the coolness of the leather sofa against my back as he lowered me down, his body hovering over mine, his eyes dark and stormy.

My pussy clenched knowingly. This wasn’t a part of the plan, but his cock was exactly what I needed right now.

His hands roamed over me, exploring, claiming, and I arched into his touch, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Massimo…” I breathed, my fingers finding the buttons of his shirt, tugging them open, needing to feel his skin against mine.

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