"Turn around," he commanded, his voice a low, rough growl that left absolutely no room for negotiation.

He spun her to face the door. He used his knee to wedge her thighs wide apart, crowding her from behind until she was completely trapped between the door and the solid, burning wall of his chest.

"Hold the doorknob," he whispered darkly against her ear, his hand sliding down to guide her trembling fingers.

Before she could even steady her grip, Giovanni arched his back and drove his entire length into her with one brutal, unrelenting thrust.

A sharp, breathless scream tore from Rosalia’s throat, echoing loudly off the walls. The sheer,...