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He came up to my face amused and said, "I'm attractive, aren't I?" he questioned and I rolled my eyes snorting, not being able to believe how juvenile that had sounded, "You can't deny it.

"Don't let it go to your head," I denied and folded my arms, trying to control my uncontrolled heartbeat.

"Where do you think it came from?" he scoffed and I gave him a shove. As I listened to him laugh, I didn't notice how close he was to me.

I swallowed saliva, when he decided to stare at me, in complete silence; his eyes were shining so sublime, it drove my heart crazy.

How could he manage to get me that way?

I looked away, feeling that I was surrendered to the situation; the moment was so romantic, that for a moment I doubted if it had been a coincidence.

"You don't know how much I like you, Evie," he whispered in my ear and the breath caught in my lungs at his voice. He had tickled my ear and began to suddenly raise my body temperature, "So small and full of life, like a beautiful flower," he stroked my hair and I didn't have the strength to push him away, nothing more than to watch his figure.

His arm went around my waist and I felt the protection he could give me with just his presence; he was as irrational as he was perfect.

I never imagined seeing him in any other way, other than that big brother I didn't have; I didn't understand why he did it and after realizing it, my feelings were on a roller coaster. I didn't want to think about a future, when my present was full of pain and anger.

However, I was hypnotized by the emotions he provoked in me; the desire and the desire to discover something different. Completely different from what I felt with his younger brother.

I tensed my jaw and sent everything to hell, before climbing onto his legs and gluing his lips to mine in an insistent kiss.

At that moment there was no Venice, no Italian mafia, and certainly no Mauro Di Marco. It was just him and me, on the roof of an old house, in a city full of perms and tourists.

His hands encircled my waist with such force that I could feel the desire increase in his pants, as I stroked and pulled at his black hair; so silky and dark.

I hadn't realized how attractive Dante Di Marco could be, until the moment he knew how to ignite my darkest desires; the depth of his irises and that groomed hair, which looked even better when unkempt, ignited every cell in my body.

If I had met him in other circumstances, maybe Mauro wouldn't have happened, and maybe he wouldn't even love me in that obsessive way.

- Omniscient Narrator -

In another part of Venice, the son of a tycoon arrived, in his designer suit, with an envelope in his hands; he entered his father's office, where he was smoking a tobacco pipe like the old men.

His age allowed him to remember old habits.

The older man saw his son arrive and observed what he had in his hands.

"Cosa mi porti? (What do you bring for me?)," the older man questioned and got up from his chair, leaving the pipe in its place.

"Ho una sorpresa per voi (I bring a surprise for you)," he handed him the envelope, "Ero in viaggio a Venezia; secondo i miei contatti, Dante Di Marco era lì, così lo mandai a chiamare e lui ci diee l'arma perfetta per rovesciarlo (I was traveling in Venice; according to my contacts, Dante Di Marco was there, so I sent for him and he gave us the perfect weapon to overthrow him)," he said, as his father pulled out photographs showing the tycoon and Evie standing in a bar eating.

"Chi è la ragazza? (Who's the girl?)," he observed the picture of Evie, particularly attracted.

"Non lo so, ma non è imparentata con lui. Inoltre, non è nemmeno italiana (I don't know, but she's not related to him at all. Besides, she's not even Italian)," he clarified.

"How do you know?

"The two female employees who worked for Dante Di Marco were fired from their jobs by her. I have contact with one; he took very good care to hide them, but that doesn't mean they respect him, so as far as I know, she was brought to Italy illegally and without his consent," he smiled cynically and his father nodded, understanding that this advantage was huge.

As two men who were under the power of Dante Di Marco, planned a strong blow against him, the protagonist of their plans had under his mercy the woman who drove him crazy in every way.

Under the gaze of heaven, he invited her to give in to the temptation and desire that devoured him from within.

She knew what she had done by kissing him like that, as if she had given the key Dante needed to open the padlock to his inner self.

He laid her down on top of his expensive vest and hurriedly ripped off the buttons of his shirt, exposing his upper body; she could tell what it was doing to Evie to see him like that by the mischievous gleam in his eyes.

He caressed her lips, as he placed her hands on his back, to give her the pleasure of enjoying his muscles; he fell to her requests, as if it was what was necessary for survival.

- Evie -

I felt that my abdomen was going to explode before the dangerous caresses of Dante, master at that moment of my desires. He gave way for me to caress the curves of his muscular back, while he took over mine with his hands.

I had a hurricane of emotions, so contradictory and strange. At the same time that I felt discomfort, a disastrous hunger settled in my lower belly, eager to be a slave to the power he had over me.

When I realized, only my underwear was the impediment to his sins and instinctively my legs opened to him.

Being an unusual place and outdoors, improvising was ideal.

He pulled down the waistband of his pants, letting me appreciate what I so longed for; hard, red and throbbing, as if about to explode.

"Are you sure you want to?" questioned Dante, in a provocative whisper, as if challenging my body to refuse in the face of the truth.

I looked at him amused, "No," his eyes darkened to such an extent that his teeth buried themselves in my lower lip and distracted from my senses, he took the opportunity to subdue me.

My back arched as soon as his member, of a different size than I had felt before, expanded through my walls and as a result, I let out a pained moan against his lips.

My body fell into submission, at the excitement and repetitive movements of his hips against me. His arms dominated my movements and his caresses increased the heat inside me, as if that wasn't enough.

The delicacy was lost with the seconds and regardless of the world around, there was only the bubble in which her moans mingled with mine in tune and our were united until the final point of climax.