Passion's Price | Sovrano Book I

She stares up at him, obviously determined to hold her ground. Her dark eyes glint... dangerously? And yet, she makes no move to back away or tell him to move.

Lucan leans over her, cocking his head to the side. "I didn't hear you the first time, Jelena." His voice isn't as balanced as it usually is, but he can't find it within himself to care.

Jelena runs her fingers through her braids, trying to look everywhere except his face. "I don't see how that's my problem, Mr. Cacciatore."

He angles his head to meet her eyes. "Well, the only reason you're still here is because you want me to hear it. Ho ragione, mia bella?"

She gives him a look, but even he can see the desire plain and clear behind her gaze. "No."

Lucan laughs, the baritone vibrating in his chest as he leans closer to her. His lips barely ghost over the edge of her ear when he whispers. "Please don't play games with me, Jelena Elias. I'd hate for you to lose."

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