When he refused to release her foot, Azzurra’s jaw tightened. With all the force she could muster, she slammed her heel against the desk’s metal support.

Marcello groaned, staggering back as pain cut through him.

“F*ck!” he snarled, clutching his crotch.

She seized the moment, snapping her legs shut and preparing to slip down from the desk. But before her feet could even graze the floor, his hands were back on her waist. In a blur, he hoisted her up and set her firmly on the ...