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Chapter 18
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2025-04-16 07:00:00ROSA’S POV
Vicenzo’s mouth on me was my undoing. There was something about that kiss that sent me tethering between sense and wanton need.
I didn’t know when I stopped fighting him. Maybe it was when I opened that door and saw him standing there, hard, tall, and dangerous. Or maybe it was when he kissed me like he’d never stopped wanting me, like I still belonged to him. And I wanted to belong to him. I wanted him to make reckless love to me.
But the moment Vicenzo’s mouth found my skin, any resistance I thought I had shattered.
“Enzo…&rdqu
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