Arrivederci

Arsenio Silvestri had many troubles in life. Women- were not one of them. Until her.

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He pushed my front to the wall and pinned my left arm tightly behind my back while his other hand coiled my hair like a rope. "Drop the fücking knife."

I hooked my foot around his ankle and used my body to switch out positions holding the knife to his throat. "No."

His green eyes burned intensely into mine. "Francesca." I could feel the hard planes of his body flushed against mine. In the shadows his face was so close to mine, the smell of his after shave purely hypnotic. His lips enveloped mine in a sensual kiss. I gave in and moved my mouth against his. Heat rose from my stomach to my chest and I forgot about the deadly weapon in hand...

...Until he swiftly grabbed the knife from my hand, grabbed my hair and turned me around before pressing the knife against my throat. He chuckled darkly in my ear. "You're in trouble."