Faust
"No, I said you had to choose a suitable dress. No member of the Ravazzani family will wear black or red to a wedding."
—Then perhaps I shouldn't become a member of the Ravazzani family.
I dropped the dress in my hand and advanced on her, the soles of my leather shoes slapping angrily on the wooden floor. Francesca started to back away from me, but it was too late. While I admired her spirit—and yes, it turned me on—there were times when she needed to obey orders. This was one of those times.
Fear flashed in her eyes as her back hit the wall. I kept coming, closing the distance until I pinned her against the wall. She looked up at me, her pulse pounding at the base of her throat, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She wore a simple strapless dress, and I was proud th
