He took her hand and pressed it flat against his chest. "It doesn't mean my heart stopped functioning," he said. "I am obsessed with you. And I would do anything to keep you. Anything for you to revolve around me."
Vee yanked her hand back. "You're married, Luca."
"It's only a formality," he said immediately. "I left Vienna two hours after the wedding. I haven't seen her in almost a year."
"It doesn't change the fact that you are married. And I am the one on the outside. I will be the woman people whisper about. The one they point at and call a home wrecker."
"And I will pluck out the tongue of anyone who dares even think it," Luca shot back instantly.
There was no hesitation in him. No pause where morality or optics might have crept in. He stepped closer, lowering his head so his gaze locked onto hers with brutal focus. "Come on," he added, softer now but no less dangerous. "Let's just be tonight, Bambola. Can we do that?"
