Chapter thirty-three
Vivienne Hart POV
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I don't speak
He doesn't even try to say a word further.
His words are already echoing in my ears, with each second passing by my body is feeling more and more desperate. It's as if I have been waiting my whole life for this..
And now I'm finally having it.
Nothing makes sense to me. I'm completely shaken and dumbfounded.
Luciano pours the champagne for me as he pushes the glass forward as he trails his hand down my neck until he traces my shoulders.
I'm shaking under his touch, which just makes me tremble, a sour ache in my chest.
His touch is maddening. And to say I'm feeling nervous would be an understatement.
“Finish your drink. I'm giving you ten minutes to walk out of that door.” He instructs as he fingers curl around my neck,
