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“You can ask me anything, Princess,” Rodolfo heard himself say, in a lazy, smoky sort of tone he’d never used in her presence before.

But this was the princess he was going to marry—not one of the enterprising women who flung themselves at him everywhere he went, looking for a taste of Europe’s favorite Daredevil Prince.

There was no denying it. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he wanted his future wife.

Desperately.

As if she could tell—as if she’d somehow become the sort of woman who could read a man’s desire and use it against him when he’d have sworn she was anything but—Valentina deepened her smile.

She tilted her head to one side. “It’s about your shocking double standards,” she said sweetly. “If you can cat your way through all of Europe, why can’t I?”

Something black and wild and wholly unfamiliar surged in him then, making Rodolfo’s hands curl into fists and his entire body go tense, taut.

Then he really shocked the hell out of himself.

“Because,” he all but snarled—and there was no pretending that wasn’t exactly what he was doing, no matter how unlikely, “like it or not, Princess, you are mine.”