Wife By Force: International Billionaires II: The Italians - Plot & Excerpts
His wife was beautiful. Dante stood behind her as she walked to the edge of the veranda surrounding their private beach house. The bright sun slid towards the horizon, casting bands of golden light on the calm surface of the pool. A soft wind rustled through the lush garden surrounding the private area and the yellow-green leaves of the palm trees danced above them. Lara’s hair was pinned up in a loose bundle at the back of her head, stray curls catching the breeze, brushing against her neck and cheek. The urge to reach out, to touch, strained at the tight rein he’d held on his lust for the past month. The lust that had never left him, even when his rage had been at its peak. But now the rage was gone, swallowed up by his need to make her his, his desire for her body, the yearning for a connection he wanted in his soul. Respect, Dante, respect. “You own this, I gather,” she said. “Si.”
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