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A moan escapes when he positions my free hand on my breast again, trapping it against his own.

“Feel how soft you are, how fucking perfect.” The jagged edge to his tone only feeds the burning fire between my legs. “You’re gorgeous when you’re about to come,principessa. Your cheeks are flushed the most enticing shade of pink and your mouth is pursed into a perfect O...” He stops himself, but I can practically hear his thoughts. He wants my mouth on his cock and in this wild, forbidden moment, so do I.

The acceptance of the fact, even if it’s only in my head batters my final walls of restraint. I feel my pussy clenching around my finger, and I rock my hips faster, harder.

“That’s a good girl, come for me.”

The corners of my vision darken with each ragged pant as a rush of pleasure crashes over me. My eyes close, finally free of Raf’s penetrating gaze, and raw ecstasy pummels into me, wave after wave until stars dance across my vision.

“Fuck, Raf…” I groan as my head falls back.

His warm hands clutch onto my waist as I ride the swell of endless pleasure. Never in my life have I had such a powerful orgasm. Not by myself and certainly not with any man.

With my legs still trembling from the heady rush, I finally force my eyes open and meet a pair of molten spheres of endless night. A satisfied smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and I’m fairly certain my grin mirrors his.

If he wasn’t such a smug bastard, I might have thanked him.

“Was that the release you craved?” he whispers.

That and so much more. And still, as I feel him hard beneath me, it isn’t quite enough. But this is a huge wall that came crashing down between us, and I know better than to push my luck. Not to mention the fact that once all the alcohol has left my system, I may be left with nothing but mortification in the morning.

“It was good enough.” I shrug and zip up my jeans, then slowly fasten the button.

Raf clucks his tongue as he watches me, eyes wide, and I almost feel bad for him. Judging by his hard-ass cock, he’s going to have a massive case of blue balls and without a private bathroom, let alone a private room, he’s going to be shit out of luck. A wry chuckle breaks the building tension as he rises, adjusting himself. “That was way better than good enough, and you know it,principessa.”

“Guess you’ll never know.” I plop down onto the bed and pull the covers down before crawling under them.

He watches me for a long moment before his gaze flickers to the door.

“Go shower, Raf. I’ll be fine alone for a few minutes.”

Indecision furrows his brow, and a long minute later he shakes his head. “It’s fine. I’ll wait until tomorrow.”

I eye his tented crotch once more before burying my head in the pillow. Without looking up to meet his gaze, I whisper, “You can sleep on the other half of the bed. I swear I won’t try to take advantage of you in the middle of the night.”

Another chuckle. “Don’t worry about me,principessa. If you keep that up, I’ll start to believe you actually care.” A warm hand finds my forehead and tucks a few strands behind my ears. But with my eyes closed, I could have imagined it. “Goodnight, Isabella, sweet dreams.”

CHAPTER 23

THE SAFEST OPTION

Raffaele

Isabella’s gaze is fixed on the bright pink blossoms dotting the shrubbery in front of her new apartment as I ring the buzzer. If the place isn’t ready today, I’ll lose my fucking mind. One night was bad enough trapped in that tiny space filled with her intoxicating scent. I would not be able to control myself for another one.

As it is, I’d broken one of my hard and fast rules.Never get involved with the client. Sure, officially, I hadn’t touched her but it’s a huge technicality. My life is all about control, precision, black and white, and already, I’ve strayed so far into the gray that the lines I once drew so firmly around my world are starting to blur and fade.

And what’s worse, I want them to.

It’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid, so yes, I’m hard up but it’s more than that with Isabella. It has been from the start, which is what makes this so dangerous.

“No! Don’t touch that,” I shout as Isabella reaches for the pink flower.

Her eyes snap in my direction, and it’s the first time she’s met my gaze since last night. The usually chatty princess has barely said more than two words all morning. Does she regret last night?

“What? Why not?”

“Those are oleander blossoms, they’re poisonous.”

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