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"That dress," Vittoria breathes, eyes blazing, "was a distraction that I did ðĢðĪðĐ need tonight."
I grin, stepping closer. "Oh? Did I keep you from ruling the room, commandante?"
Her lips twist into a dangerous smile. "You kept me from focusing. From leading."
I trace a finger along her jaw. "Maybe that was the point."
She swallows, dark eyes flickering with fire and something with desire beneath it.
"That behavior?" she murmurs, voice low and fierce. "It needs to be punished."
âĨâĨâĨ
ððĄð'ðŽ ððĄð ððĻðĻðĪð°ðĻðŦðĶ.
ððĄð'ðŽ ððĄð ððŪðĨðĨðē.
ðð§ð ðĨðĻðŊððŽ ðŠðŪðĒðððĨðē.
ððĄð ðĻððĄððŦ ðððŽððŦðĻðēðŽ ððŊððŦðēððĄðĒð§ð ðŽðĄð ððĻðŪððĄððŽ.
ðð§ ðððĐðĨððŽ, ð§ðĻððĄðĒð§ð ðŽðððēðŽ ðŽððð ððĻðŦ ðĨðĻð§ð -ð§ðĻð ðĨðĻðŊð, ð§ðĻð ðĨðĻðēððĨððē, ðð§ð ððððĒð§ðĒðððĨðē ð§ðĻð ððĒðŊðĒð ðððĨðĨðĻ.
ð ðððŦðĪ ðŦðĻðĶðð§ðð ððŪðĨðĨ ðĻð ðĻððŽððŽðŽðĒðĻð§, ððððŦððēððĨ, ððð§ðŽðĒðĻð§, ðð§ð ð ðĶðððĒð ðĐðŦðĒð§ðððŽðŽ ð°ðĄðĻ ððĄðŽððŪðĻ ð ðððŽ ð°ðĄðð ðŽðĄð ð°ðð§ððŽ... ððŊðð§ ðĒð ðĒð ððĨððððŽ.
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