Victoria withdrew her hand from Giordano’s with a slow, deliberate slide of her skin against his. She leaned back into the soft cushions of her chair, her face instantly melting into a mask of pure, unbothered calm. She looked at him with a tilted head, her silver-gray eyes completely cold. "I have absolutely no idea what you mean by that, Giordano," Victoria said smoothly, her voice slicing through the heavy air of the private patio. Giordano did not back down. Instead, he chuckled darkly, the sound low and rough in the back of his throat. He leaned forward, his massive frame blocking out the twinkling fairy lights behind him, throwing his face into deep, dangerous shadows. "I don't know about you, pretty thing," Giordano murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with a sudden, freezing focus. "But I have grown to become incredibly possessive of you. I don't do love. You know that. And I sure as hell don't do commitment." He paused, the space between them completely shrinking as he til
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