Rafael Moretti
He looked at me. His gaze was piercing. My throat went dry, a shiver ran down my spine – and yet I couldn't look away. His raw dominance captivated me, made me nervous ... and curious. With slow, calculating movements, he turned his head to me, his eyes bored into mine. "Miss... where is the book about old Italy? he growled, his voice deep and dark like smoke and leather. His question abruptly tore me out of my daydreams. I felt my heart beating faster – not just out of fear.
About Rafael Moretti
He looked at me. His gaze was piercing. My throat went dry, a shiver ran down my spine – and yet I couldn't look away. His raw dominance captivated me, made me nervous ... and curious. With slow, calculating movements, he turned his head to me, his eyes bored into mine. "Miss... where is the book about old Italy? he growled, his voice deep and d...Read more