Gattina's trembling whisper—"leave me"—dissolved into contradiction as his fingers traced her thigh, each touch igniting sensations she couldn't deny. "Never," he murmured, his voice raw with possession, drawing her deeper into the storm only he could create. Her protests crumbled. "I'm not yours," she stammered, even as her body betrayed every word, responding to the calloused hands that owned her resistance. His grip found her throat—commanding but careful, a claim that made her pulse quicken with forbidden desire. "YOU ARE MINE, GATTINA. ONLY MINE," he growled, his dominance absolute. "I will destroy anyone who tries to take you. I will burn them alive before your eyes." She surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her, his intensity consuming her completely. His lips crashed against hers with desperate hunger, kissing and biting with the force of a man unraveling, pouring every ounce of his mania into her willing mouth.