Anna’s body went rigid as shock rooted her in place.
For a moment, she didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
But Vincenzo didn’t stop.
He kissed her relentlessly like a man possessed, as if he meant to erase every thought in her head.
When she still didn’t respond, he gripped her waist and pulled her flush against him, dragging a sharp gasp from her lips.
His tongue forced its way past her lips, the kiss turning deeper, hungrier, demanding more than she was ready to give.
It stole her breath, her balance, her will.
And then… something in her broke.
She kissed him back.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful.
It was raw, unsteady, charged with everything she’d been holding back.
Vincenzo’s lips were firm and unyielding against hers, carrying the taste of whiskey and something darker, somethi
