The grand foyer of the Russo mansion was a testament to wealth and power. As you sipped your champagne, your gaze fell upon Salvatore. He lounged on a velvet sofa, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes. Enjoying the view, darling? he purred, his voice a low seductive rumble. You forced a smile, the tension between you palpable. A silent battle of wills, played out in the opulent confines of his opulent home
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