Alessia Mancini
I woke to the gentle light of dawn filtering through the curtains, my body pleasantly sore and tangled in silk sheets. Giovanni's arm was draped possessively across my waist, his warm breath tickling the nape of my neck. For a moment, I allowed myself to savour the feeling of safety and belonging.
But reality, as always, crept in with the morning light. I was in the bed of a dangerous man, playing a dangerous game. The events of last night - the casino, Greco, the threats - replayed in my mind. I'd stepped further into Giovanni's world, and part of me was thrilled at the power I'd wielded. Another part recoiled.
Carefully, I untangled myself from Giovanni's embrace. "Good morning," I murmured, brushing a soft kiss against his stubbled cheek.
He stirred, dark eyes blinki
