Marcello’s jaw flexed as he fought for control. She was screaming, her palm planted squarely on his groin, half her weight pressing down on him.

Azzurra felt the hardness beneath her hand shift grow and her breath caught in a sharp inhale before another high-pitched scream tore from her throat. Yet, she still didn’t move her hand.

“For God’s sake,” Alarico muttered under his breath, pressing a button. A smooth mechanical hum followed as a partition slid up between the front and ...