𝐄 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐍 𝐀
"Come over here, gattina," I said, my voice low and firm. She looked at me with uncertain eyes before slowly stepping closer. "Whose woman are you, hmm?" I asked, gently caressing her jaw and pulse point. She swallowed before replying, "Yours." "Correct. You're my woman, Eliana Killian Morani. You will not bow bef...