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ss the walls. Bianca stood frozen, her chest heaving as Jesse's laughter echoed like

menace. He took a slow step forward, his eyes locked on hers lik

hands clutching the edge of the nearest table for balance. A dozen scenarios played out in her mind,

heels turning in that pretty little head of yours. Relax, *

reat. She tried to hold her ground, forcing herself to look him in the eye. "If you think

you're brave now, huh? Let's

. His hand gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. Bianca

can see right through you." His breath was warm against her skin, sending

in her chest. "If you're trying to scare me, it's not worki

her earlobe. "Oh, *dolcezza*, fear isn't what I'm after," he whispered,

fying and infuriating. She hated the way her body betrayed her, reacting to his every move

calm yet commanding, "but you'll learn. You'll lea

like a fragile flame. "You can't control me

ading. "Control isn't something I need to ta

firmly. She felt a surge of anger and embarrassment, but also som

lenting. "You're playing with fire, *bella*.

n control of the situation. But Jesse's dominance was over

d on her. "This is just the beginning," he said, his voice low an

ar, anger, and an unsettling heat that she couldn't shake. Alone in the roo

dy begun to chip away at her resolve. An

a possessive intensity. She felt both trapped and exhilarated, t

sting her resolve with relentless determination. Yet, amidst the chaos,

with conflicting emotions. She wrestled with the turmoil raging inside

passion and uncertainty. Bianca's heart pounded in her ches

n Bianca's spine. She felt exposed under his scrutiny, vuln

der Jesse's relentless pursuit. She found herself teetering on the edge of sur

breathing uneven as Jesse loomed over her, his dark eyes locked onto hers. The space between them felt electric,

. He reached out, tracing a deliberate line down her arm, and she flinched a

ck. But her body betrayed her, locked in place by Jesse's overwhelmin

ending chills down her spin

t her ear. "You think you can stand against me? Resist me?" he murmured,

making her shiver involuntarily. His other hand found her shoulder, his grip firm bu

o whisper, though her v

k curling his lips. "You don

d slid lower, tracing the curve of her back with maddening precision. She fe

ce soft but with an edge that made her stom

trayed her again, leaning into his touch as if drawn by an invisible force. Jes

said, his tone almost teasing. "But I ca

" she said, her voice

He stepped back suddenly, the space between them feeling like a chasm. F

ly above a whisper. "You'll break, Bianca. Everyo

, her body and mind at war with each other. The door clicked shut behind

but feel both relief and a gnawing sense of drea