Chapter 72

• Lucretia could feel herself going wet by the minute. There was something about him that always set her off whenever he was around her. No matter how hard she tried to compose herself, he always broke through her defenses even without laying a hand on her.
• Was it his deep and husky voice, his unfiltered words, or the darkness in his eyes whenever he looked at her in a possessive manner... She couldn't tell what it was but knew there was something. Quietly, she pulled down her thong from her waist and let it fall freely to the ground.
• "Turn around and pick it up" Enzo ordered and she flushed. What would he say when he found out she was dripping wet? He had not even touched her yet.