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With a roar of her name, I reach my climax. “My sexy little lawyer,” I shout as I release. Panting, I clean myself up and return to the office.

I’m shocked to see her sitting there at her desk, still working. Before I can say anything she’s on her feet. I can see the fire in her eyes and it’s intoxicating. Her defiance only fuels my lust for her once again. Perhaps I’ve underestimated her.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she says, “I think I need a glass of water.” She leaves the office, slamming the door behind her.

I can't help but laugh, wondering who truly won this first round of our twisted game.

Whoever the winner, it's clear that playing with Isabella Moretti is quickly becoming my new vice.

Chapter Five

Isabella

My blood boils as I watch Primo's blatant disregard for his own trial. How dare he sit on my desk, scattering my carefully organized papers? But what infuriates me even more is when he retreats to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar so I can hear him pleasuring himself, all while describing in lurid detail the things he wants to do to me.

"Isabella," he groans, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

As much as I hate to admit it, his words awaken something within me. It's been so long since I've been touched by another, but I refuse to let him win. He's trying to toy with me, to see if I'm truly taking his case seriously. I've worked too hard to let someone like him ruin everything.

I wait for him to finish and come back into the office because I know he’s just trying to test me. I can see the shock on his face when he sees me still sitting at my desk. Before he can open his mouth to say another word, I’m up out of my seat. “Excuse me,” I say, “I think I need a glass of water.”

I storm out of the room, needing space to clear my head and regain control over my body's treacherous response.

I pace through the vast halls of the Maldonado mansion, feeling disoriented and lost. The opulence of the place does nothing to soothe my frayed nerves. I try to push thoughts of Primo from my mind, reminding myself that when I return to his office, I mustn't let him see how much he's getting to me.

Lost in my internal turmoil, I collide with a woman, nearly knocking her over. "Oh, I'm so sorry," I stammer, taking a step back.

"No problem," she replies, her voice cool yet sultry.

I take a moment to study her. She's stunning, with tanned skin that glows like a sun-kissed goddess and hair so dark it could rival the night sky. She stands taller than me, which isn't difficult given my height of five-foot-five. Her eyes are sharp and calculating, guarded secrets hidden behind them.

"Are you lost?" she asks, her tone implying that my presence is unwelcome.

"Ah, not exactly," I respond, trying to regain my composure. "I'm just...taking a break."

"From what?" Her inquiry is intrusive, but I can't fault her for being curious.

"Working on Primo's case," I admit, feeling defensive.

"Good luck with that," she mutters, her eyes narrowing as if she knows more than she's letting on.

As if on cue, Giovanni, Primo's brother, comes rushing over with a determined expression on his face. He stops when he sees us, and for a moment, I swear there's a flicker of fear in his eyes. The woman glares at him, pure hatred emanating from her gaze. My stomach churns with unease, sensing that something is amiss, especially given that this family is steeped in mafia lore.

"Excuse us," Giovanni says, his voice laced with tension. He takes the woman gently by the arm and leads her down another hallway, their hushed whispers following behind them.

I bite my lip, uncertainty gnawing at me. This place is a labyrinth of secrets, and I'm starting to feel like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. If I continue to wander these halls, I might just find myself in more trouble than I bargained for. Steeling myself, I turn and head back to Primo's office, determined to focus on the task at hand.

As I enter, Primo smirks from behind his desk, his dark eyes alluring and dangerous. Annoyance flares within me, and I wave off his game. "Who is the woman with your brother, Giovanni?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

Primo raises an eyebrow. "I don't know about any woman with Giovanni." His tone is casual, but I can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something.

"Well, I just ran into one in the hallways," I retort, crossing my arms defensively. "It looked like they were having an argument."

"Ah," Primo says, his lips curling into a wicked grin. "Giovanni isn't one for girlfriends, but that doesn't mean he doesn't need to... relieve himself. Unlike me, he doesn't have a beautiful little lawyer to admire." He winks, and I roll my eyes, fighting the heat rising in my cheeks.

"Please," I scoff, unwilling to entertain the idea. "That's not what's going on, and you know it."

Primo leans back in his chair, his expression turning serious. "You'd do well to let it go, Isabella. Some things are better left undisturbed."

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