As she lifted her chest, the air grew thick with unspoken tension.
A faint heat crept up behind Anna’s ears. She wanted to hook the man fast, but not in a place like this.
“How am I supposed to eat if you keep holding me like this?” she said, changing the subject.
Lorenzo caught her wrist.
“Feed me.”
Anna was speechless. She had never met anyone this difficult.
But he held her future in his hands. She forced a patient smile.
“Alright. Let go first.”
He had no intention of releasing her. His thumb brushed lightly over the soft skin on the inside of her wrist.
Left with no choice, Anna stayed in that close, dangerous distance and fed him bite by bite.
The way Lorenzo looked at her was far too open and intense. It felt as if what he truly wanted was not the food, but her.
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