Page 64 of Dangerous Vows

And I plan to savor every second of it as I slip the damp fabric into my pocket.

They’re mine.

PIETRO

EVERYTHING ENDS EVENTUALLY

Working with Amara is never quiet. Never easy. And never, ever dull.

She storms into my office, hands on her hips, eyes flashing like she’s ready to murder me.

“You changed the entire VIP schedule without telling me.”

I don’t even look up from my desk. “I did.”

“Pietro.” My name is a warning, sharp and biting.

I smirk, finally meeting her glare. “Yes, Amara?”

She exhales sharply, stepping closer. “You can’t just override me like this. We agreed—I handle VIP logistics.”

“I handle security.”

“Oh, is that what you’re calling it?” she snaps. “Because to me, it looks like you’re just doing whatever the hell you want and expecting me to deal with it.”

I lean back in my chair, tilting my head. “That is how this works.”

She scoffs, crossing her arms. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re cute when you’re mad.”

She glares. “That’s not the compliment you think it is.”

I grin, standing slowly, watching the way her breath hitches when I close the space between us. “You sure? Because you’re still standing here, fuming at me, when you could’ve just walked away.”

She straightens, refusing to back down. “Because you piss me off.”

I drag my knuckles along her jaw, watching the way she shivers at the touch. “And yet, you’re still here.”

She swallows hard, but her chin lifts in defiance. “Because you’re a control freak who refuses to compromise.”

“And you like pushing me.”

Her lips part, but no words come. The tension between us crackles like fire, burning too hot, too wild.

I lower my voice, my fingers trailing down her arm. “Say it, Amara.”

She glares, but there’s heat in her eyes now, something dangerous. “You’re an ass.”

I smirk, brushing my lips against her ear. “That’s not what I meant.”

She exhales shakily, and for a second, I think she’s going to walk away.

But she doesn’t.

She stands her ground, staring up at me with a fire that matches my own.

“Pietro,” she murmurs, her voice soft, laced with a needy edge that ignites something primal in me-something wild, something I never knew existed.

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