Isabella nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she closed the final distance between them. She reached out, her hand lightly brushing against his chest, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Yes," she whispered, her voice low and intimate. "As your wife, I’m here to… serve you, in every way."
Enrico felt his breath catch, his mind reeling with the implications of her words. He had expected resistance from Isabella, defiance, perhaps even fear, but this?
This was something he hadn’t anticipated. He was supposed to be the one in control, the one pulling the strings, but right now, it felt as though the power dynamic was shifting, if only slightly.
He didn’t move, didn’t speak, his eyes following Isabella’s every movement as she leaned in closer, her lips just inches from
