**Lucia’s POV**

Raffaele was a cold-hearted man, but in the heat of the moment, he was all fire.

I lay back against the silk pillows, my skin still buzzing from his touch. The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow of the city lights outside the window. He leaned over me, his weight a heavy, comforting pressure. His fingers traced the line of my throat with a dark, hungry intent.

I liked it when he looked at me like that, as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered to ...