**Lucia’s POV**Raffaele was a cold-hearted man, but in the heat of the moment, he was all fire.I lay back against the silk pillows, my skin still buzzing from his touch. The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow of the city lights outside the window. He leaned over me, his weight a heavy, comforting pressure. His fingers traced the line of my throat with a dark, hungry intent.I liked it when he looked at me like that, as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered to him."You’re distracting me, Lucia," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against my skin."Isn't that my job?" I whispered, arching my back as he leaned down to press a kiss just below my ear.He chuckled, a dark, rough sound that made my heart race. He moved lower, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me closer. I closed my eyes, letting the heat of the moment take over.Then, a sudden, sharp knock sounded on the door.Raffaele froze. Every muscle in his back turned to stone. He let out a lo
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