"Now… tell me who owns who," Vincenzo suddenly asked in a husky tone.
She swallowed hard. "Leave me, devil," she scowled.
He chuckled darkly. "As you wish."
He let go of the strap, and she took a deep breath, only to realize he had torn her shirt from the back.
"No!" she screamed in horror.
She shoved him back, her movements frantic, scrambling across the mattress. Her fingers clutched at the bedsheet like it was her last shield.
But Vincenzo was quicker. With one brutal tug, he tore it from her hands and flung it aside. His eyes were sharp, storming with fury.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself,” he growled, his voice deep and dangerous, more command than threat.
“What the hell are you doing?!” she cried, her chest heaving as her trembling hands tried to hide the torn fabric of her sh
