Enrico leaned back for a moment, his gaze intense and unwavering as he took in Isabella’s flushed, breathless form beneath him. The air in the room was thick with tension, a charged electricity that seemed to vibrate between them, pulsating with the rhythm of their quickened breaths.
Without warning, Enrico reached down and grabbed the neckline of Isabella’s gown. With a swift, powerful motion, he ripped the fabric apart, tearing it in two and exposing her body to the cool air of the room.
The sound of the fabric tearing echoed in the room. Isabella gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she instinctively brought her hands up to cover her chest, a reflexive attempt to shield herself from his gaze.
Enrico's lips curled into a slow smile as he watched her reaction, a dark chuckle rumbling
