Vito's POV
A sharp knock echoed through the room.
"Damn it."
The curse slipped from my lips before I could stop it, low and rough in the silence of my study. The taste of Isabella still lingered on my tongue, her scent still clung to my skin, and every nerve in my body was screaming for more.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I'd just had her spread across my desk like a feast, had made her come apart under my hands and mouth, had watched her beautiful face contort with pleasure as she called my name. And instead of feeling satisfied, instead of feeling like I'd finally claimed what was mine, all I could think about was how desperately I wanted her again.
The intensity of my need for her was becoming dangerous.
She's getting under my skin in ways I never expected.
I'd started this ma
