Giovanni Moretti
I couldn't help but marvel at the woman beside me. She was adapting to this life with a speed and grace that both thrilled and terrified me. As I gazed into her eyes, I saw a reflection of myself – the predator lurking beneath a polished exterior.
"You continue to surprise me, mia leonessa," I murmured, my voice husky with admiration and desire.
Alessia leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "Of course, that does mean we need to keep him with us," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "But I'm sure he won't be too much of a bother."
I felt a shiver run down my spine, equal parts arousal and unease. The way she said it - so casually, as if discussing a stray pet rather than a man's life - was chilling. Yet I couldn't deny the thrill it sent through me.
