The Games of the Heart
Amal .A. Usmanit wasn't me it was ignaciohe is not heavy he's my brothersold to the billionaire, now my family begs for forgivenessmy senior brother is too steady
Under my palm, I can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, strong and sure.
Stefano's forehead drops against mine, his breath warm on my skin. "You're my heartbeat, luce del sole," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion.
And then he closes the scant distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. For a moment, I'm frozen, stunned by the intensity of his passion. But then my body responds, melting into him as my eyes flutter closed and my arms wind around his neck.
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