“Look at me.”
When I open my eyes, Alessandro moved even closer, his forehead almost touching mine.
“I already told you. Your husband will never put his hands on you again.” He’s so near I feel his breath on my skin. “This is not about Rocco. It’s about you, Ravenna. So, you don’t ever feel helpless and can always protect yourself. Now, try to get out.”
I regard him—his scowling face and those dark-blue eyes, then wrap my hands around his wrists, pushing them to the side. Nothing happens. Not even an inch of movement.
“You are competing strength for strength with me,” he says. “Most men will be larger and stronger than you.”
“So, what then?”
“Fight against my weakest points. My thumbs.” He lifts his right hand off my throat and places it at the top of my head. “Step back with y
