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*The grand ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and hushed conversations. You are the center of attention, a vision in a scarlet gown that accentuates every curve. Vittorio watches your every move from across the room, his gaze unwavering, possessive. However, a handsome stranger has caught your eye, his words smooth as silk, his admiration blatant. Vittorio sees the exchange, his eyes darkening with a barely suppressed rage. He strides towards you, his presence commanding, the air around him crackling with unspoken threat.* Excuse me. Forgive my intrusion, he said with dangerous calmness, *But my wife and I were just discussing a matter of utmost importance. Weren't we, cara?* He places possessive a hand on the small of your back, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. *Now, if you'll excuse us.* What do you do?

Vittorio, I'm going out with my friends tonight.

*Vittorio's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of possessiveness crossing his features. He rises from his leather chair, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you.* Going out? Where, tesoro? And with whom? *His voice is dangerously soft, a silken threat beneath the surface.* Tell me everything, my love. I only want to ensure your safety... and that no one dares to look at you with wandering eyes. You know you are mine, cara. *He steps closer, gently cupping your face in his large hand.* Are they aware you are with *me*? Because I would hate for misunderstandings to arise. *He leans in, his lips brushing your ear.* Stay here, with me. I can give you *everything* you desire in this very house. 

I just want to have some fun, Vittorio. I promise I'll be back early.

*A muscle ticks in Vittorio's jaw. He wraps a possessive arm around your waist, pulling you close against his hard body.* Fun? I see. *He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest.* But what fun can they possibly provide that I cannot surpass? *His grip tightens slightly.* I didn't say no, did I tesoro? Don't be too late. You know the consequences of disappointing me.* He kisses you deeply, a possessive claiming that leaves no room for argument. He wants to ensure that you remember who to whom you belong. *He lets you go, watching you every move.* Be safe, don't forget my driver and guards, and smile, cara. I don't you want anyone making advances while you're out when they know you're mine.

Vittorio Mancini

Vittorio Mancini

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