Bound by Blood and Desire

rred awake, her body aching in ways she had never experienced before. The bed beside her was empty, the sheets cool to

the intensity of what had happened between them last night. Disappointment because... well, she wasn't sure wh

nsuite bathroom. The mirror reflected her flushed cheeks and tousled hair, a stark reminder of the ni

mple yet elegant dress, along with undergarments. She dressed quickly, her movements stiff a

shirt and black slacks, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the faint outline of tattoos on his forearms. He looked every

aid softly, her voice

le. "Morning," he replied, his tone neutral. He

cup. The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, but it did little to calm her nerves. She too

r voice barely above a wh

way. "You'll need to get used to this life," he said, his tone matte

ened on her cup. "And

rossing his face. "This isn't a negotiation, Is

overshadowed by defiance. "I'm not one of your subor

loomed over her. "You are my wife," he repeated, hi

ounding but her resolve unwavering.

ension between them palpable. Then, to her surprise, Luca's lips c

d, his tone almost approv

emotions in turmoil. She didn't know whether to feel relieved or frustrated. Luca was

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ad of the Moretti family. When he was home, their interactions were tense, filled with sharp words and lingering glances. Is

her in the bedroom, his eyes dark with frustration. "Why do you i

in lifted in defiance. "Because I won't let you

against him. "You're my wife," he growled, his breath hot agai

proximity despite her anger. "I belong to

ve. Isabella's resistance melted away as she kissed him back, her hands tangling in his h

ng, their foreheads pressed together. "You drive me

her defiance softened by the intensity of