Chapter 99 A Calculated Prod

• Vincenzo let a sly, restrained smile tug at the corner of his mouth as he felt her fingers tighten around his, each squeeze bolder than the last, as if she were intent on branding her claim into his very skin.
• There was something almost thrilling in her gesture, because he knew every side of Vittoria—her fierce jealousy, yes, but even more her commanding presence when that side of her surfaced.
• The firm grip on his fingers wasn’t just a show of possession; it was a quiet declaration of power.