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‘You think I’m without emotion, cara?’ Cesare queried softly.

The hairs on her arms rose in desperate foreboding. ‘Not where I’m concerned. When it comes to me, you’re as emotional as a plank of wood.’

His eyes narrowed. Almost in slow motion Ava watched his hands leave his pockets, reach up and curl around her arms.

‘What are you doing?’ Her question squeaked out as he captured her nape.

He didn’t answer—at least not verbally. The slow burn in his eyes and the steady pressure of his fingers on her skin told its own story.

‘Cesare!’

Electric heat, wicked and powerful, snapped through her, zapping awake her senses with a force so potent she gasped. She should want to move away from it. Should work harder to release herself from the powerful, chaotic destruction.

Instead she found herself straining up to meet the havoc-causing mouth descending towards hers, pressing herself up against the heat of the rock-hard body.