The man standing before us was all sharp angles and raw power, with abs that looked like they’d been carved from stone.
His broad chest gleamed under the soft light, his skin smooth and tanned.
Snake tattoos were drawn on both his arms.
His face, God, his face, was something out of a forbidden fantasy. Chiseled jaw, full lips, and piercing green eyes that seemed to see straight through me.
“Alessio,” he said, his voice a smooth rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “It’s been too long.”
Alessio’s lips curved into a faint smirk. “It has, Ezra.”
Ezra leaned against the doorframe, his eyes flicking to me. His gaze raked over me, slow and deliberate, making my skin prickle with heat.
“And who’s this?” he asked, his lips curving into a wicked smile.
“Isabella,” Alessio said simply.
