She takes another step closer to him, their bodies almost colliding as she stares at his lips before she moves her own close to his ear.
“Stai attento ora, Mario... (Be careful now, Mario…) You wouldn't want to see me angry.” She warns, whispering into his eat.
He closes his eyes as she speaks into his ear, feeling her breath against his skin and smiling to himself before he moves his own lips to her ear. “Ti ho già visto arrabbiato e francamente parlando, non ero così terrorizzato, quindi in altre parole... Provami, Donna.” (I have already seen you angry and frankly speaking, I was not all that terrified, so in other words... try me, Donna.) He whispers back into her ear in a low voice, causing a series of chills to run across her skin. But despite that she feels herself become angry wi
