ROSA’S POVThe silence in Vincenzo’s penthouse was suffocating. The moment we stepped inside, he let go of my wrist. I almost stumbled back, my heart racing. I should have felt relief, should have been glad he let me go, but instead, my skin tingled where his fingers had been, like his touch had burned into me. The place was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the glittering city. Everything screamed power and control, black leather, dark marble, dim lights casting long shadows. A cage, I realized. A beautiful trap. Vincenzo watched me like he was figuring me out, his dark eyes trailing over me slowly. I felt exposed, like I was still standing under the club lights, like he could see right through me; to my fear, my desperation… and how much he affected me. I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay firm. “You had no right.” He turned, unbuttoning his cuffs, rolling them up as if he had all the time in the world. “No right to what?” “To interfere,” I snapped. “To
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