Anna couldn’t breathe as she stared at Vincenzo, with her eyes wide, heart crashing against her ribs, lips parted but no words coming out, not a single sound, just silence and the raw disbelief choking her from the inside out because it was him, it was really him, and everything in her body froze except the storm inside her chest.
Vincenzo didn’t move, he just sat there watching Anna with the same cold expression that made her skin crawl.
Anna’s heart pounded continuously as her stomach turned. Her wrists burned from how tightly the rope was tied, but she barely noticed the pain. Her mind was still stuck on the fact that the man who had her kidnapped and tied was the same one who had kissed her and f****d her last night.
“You,” Anna whispered again, her voice dry and hoarse. “Oh my God…
