Twisted desires
Alessandro whispered, stepping into her space, his hand curling around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
She shoved at his chest, breaking free—but barely.
Her lips parted, her anger battling something else—something dangerous, something intoxicating.
Stop fighting it,” he growled, pushing her against the wall, his hands caging her in.
His hand slid lower, down her waist, past her hip, resting at the base of her ass.
Tell me to stop.
Tell me to move.
Sienna’s lips parted, dry, aching.
Alessandro’s gaze dropped to her mouth.
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