
“Tell me who you belong to.”Isabella’s breath caught as Alessandro stepped closer, his sharp gaze locked onto hers like he could see through every wall she had ever built. There was danger in his silence, power in the way his jaw tightened, and yet she couldn’t look away.“A-Alessandro…”His fingers tilted her chin upward gently, but the darkness swirling in his storm-grey eyes made her heart race faster.“That’s not what I asked, principessa.”Heat rushed to her cheeks at the nickname. Her pulse stumbled as the tension between them thickened, wrapping around her like smoke.She swallowed hard before whispering shakily,“Yours…”The word felt forbidden leaving her lips, yet it sent something unreadable flashing across his face.Alessandro leaned closer, his voice low and dangerously soft.“Good girl.”A shiver ran through Isabella as he rested his forehead against hers.“Listen carefully, Isabella Rossi,” he murmured. “The world may see me as a monster, a man built from violence and bloodshed… but when it comes to you, there is nothing I wouldn’t destroy, nothing I wouldn’t become. You are the only peace I have ever known.”And for the first time, Isabella realized the ruthless Alessandro De Luca wasn’t asking for her heart.He had already claimed it.

