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Chapter 85- What am I to you
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Vincenzo’s punches slowed. Then he stopped. He turned. Watched her for a full thirty seconds…..silent, unblinking. Then he walked over. Stepped through the ropes. Gloves still on. “You want to train like you belong here? He spoke arrogantly… He stepped closer. Close enough she could smell his cologne. “You don’t give orders in my ring, princess.” She laughed….short, and bitter. “Then make me leave.” I only ask you to train me…. Aurora snarled. He did. He lunged. She blocked… barely stumbling back. He didn’t give her time to recover. He throw a Jab to her shoulder… Then his fist hit her lip…. She tasted blood. As her lips split…. She swung back wild, and desperate. Then she Punch his cheek. He smiled….slow and dangerous. “Good,” he rasped. “Again.” They went at it for forty minutes straight. No breaks. No mercy. He slammed her to the mat three times. Each time he hauled her up by the arm—not gently and shoved her back into stance. “Again.” She l
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Vincenzo didn’t move at first. Aurora was trembling on his lap…. Her arms locked around his neck, face buried in the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in like he was oxygen after drowning. Her tears soaked through his shirt in hot little patches. She felt small. Fragile. Like something he could crush with one careless squeeze. And he almost did. His hands hovered at her waist…. His fingers flexing, then curling into fists. Every instinct screamed at him to shove her off, to stand up, to walk out and lock the door behind him. To go back to the cold, clean distance he’d forced between them since the past days. But she whispered again…. Her voice cracked and small. “Please… just tonight. Treat me like a baby.” Something in his chest twisted….. Yeah! sharp, ugly, unfamiliar. He hated it. He hated her for making him feel it. He hated himself more for not being able to stand up and leave. Slowly…..reluctantly….his hands settled on her hips. Not gripping. Not bruising. Jus
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