Page 31 of The Don's Eternal Vows

“Die on me. Don’t you ever die on me!”

I pull back and look into her eyes, losing myself in them. The longer I stare, the quicker the transition seems.

Until, at last, I’m no longer staring at hazel eyes. They’re blue and azure.

I step back and take in the rest of her. I clutch my heart, almost tripping over in my quest to get away from this trickery.

The silver-haired maiden gazes back at me, her serene beauty contrasting with Genoveva’s earthy warmth.

“No…” I stammer, tears falling down my face as I fall to my knees. “Where is she? What have you done with my love?”

Chapter 14

Gianni

I recoil in horror as the woman before me transforms, silver hair cascading over bare shoulders as she sheds her disguise. Lavender eyes pierce mine, stripping my horror bare.

One moment, she was my Genoveva. And now?

"What trickery is this?" I growl, fists clenching.

She smiles, a predatory curve of lips. "No tricks, Gianni. Only truth."

Her fingers trail down her body, unfastening clasps and buttons. Her long dress fell away, revealing a bra and panties woven from shimmering golden threads. My breath catches.

Her figure is a masterpiece - full, heavy breasts straining against delicate strings, a narrow waist flaring to generous hips. Curves I ache to touch, to taste. Long legs that would wrap perfectly around my waist.

"Like what you see?" she purrs, swaying closer.

I shake my head, fighting the heat building low in my belly. "You're not her. You're not Genoveva."

"Does it matter?" Her voice is honey and sin. "I can be whoever you want me to be."

She reaches for me and I stumble back, torn between desire and revulsion. This is wrong. So wrong. But god help me, I want her.

"No," I rasp, clenching my fists so hard my nails dig into my palms. The pain helps ground me. "I don't know what you are, but I won't betray my wife."

The woman laughs, the sound tinkling like bells. "Such loyalty. How... quaint."

She prowls closer, her hips swaying hypnotically. I can smell her perfume—intoxicating and dizzying. My resolve wavers.

"Just one taste," she whispers, trailing a finger down my chest. "She'll never know."

I grab her wrist, intending to push her away. Instead, I find myself pulling her closer. Our bodies press together, and a groan escapes me.

"That's it," she breathes against my neck. "Give in."

For a moment, I'm lost in sensation—the softness of her skin, the heat of her body. Then Genoveva's face flashes in my mind, and I wrench away.

I stumble backward, my voice echoing through the cavernous temple. "Never! I made a vow." The sound is raw, primal, tearing from my throat.

The silver-haired woman advances, her movements fluid and predatory. Each step is a dance of seduction, hips swaying, breasts bouncing enticingly. My mouth goes dry.

"Come now, Capo," she purrs, running her tongue over plump lips. "Don't fight it."

Her hand trails down her body, cupping her breast, fingers teasing her nipple. I can't look away. I can't breathe.

"I'm not... I won't..." The words die in my throat as she presses against me, her scent intoxicating.

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