Marabella's POV
"You are squeezing the life out of me, love", I chuckled, as Luca spun me around the dance floor. "I'm sorry, piccola. Not too keen about another man having his hands on you", he gritted out, dipping me. "Luca Ricardo Barello. After all these years, you haven't figured out that I'm yours?", I teased.
A low growl slipped past his lips as he drew me closer. "I am well aware you are mine, piccola. It's men I don't trust", he answered lowly, like I should've already known that. “I love you. You are so protective. Knowing damn well it’s the men who need protection," I laughed.
He grinned as he spun me out before bringing my back to his chest. “At least let me feel like you need me to protect you”, he cooed in my ear. I laughed as I spun myself in his arms and wrapped my han
