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no farther, Paolo had taken pity on me and allowed me to rest. Unsure if the sniper was on our heels, Paolo pinned me to a tree, shielding me with his large, solid body while he listened for footsteps. That was the moment Paolo lost control, and I right along with him. He went from being my bodyguard to a man. A man who tore at the button on my jeans and kissed me with the kind of reckless lust you could lose yourself in. I had taken his thick, insanely long shaft in my hand and stroked him hard while my mind ran wild with images of getting him inside me. I didn’t care that I was a virgin or about the rough bark biting into my back; all I wanted was him. Closer. Deeper. Hotter.
    And now, with this man pushed against my body, I felt those erotic pulses pumping through my breasts and between my legs. Those body parts remembered what it was like when Paolo finally took me for the first time a few days later. They remembered the couple hundred times after that, too. The way he tasted on my lips, the way his naked skin felt against mine, the way he moved inside me…
    Dakota, we’re talking Paolo. He knows exactly how to play you. It was true; Paolo knew his power over women and never shied away from using it to his advantage, even with me.
    “You dirty bastard. How dare you?” I raised my knee, but he twisted and pushed himself deeper into my body to avoid the blow.
    A couple of guys passing by moved to intervene, but Paolo said something—in Italian, of course—to shoo them off. Whatever he said, it worked, too, because they scurried away and wanted nothing to do with our skirmish.
    “Get the hell off me!” I barked, trying to twist my arms free.
    “You are not going anywhere,” he said with a strangely thick accent, “except outside with the other street dogs.”
    Street dogs? If I’d had a blunt object at that moment, I would have used it. I really would have.
    “You’re an asshole, Paolo. And I hope to God you die in a dark, lonely hole, begging for your life!”
    Something strange flickered in his eyes. Was it amusement?
    “Paolo?” he said. “You—” He laughed toward the ceiling and released me. “You—you think I am Paolo?” His shoulders shook with laughter.
    What the hell? I pulled the hem of my dress down and tried to process.
    “Well,” he threw up his hands, still chuckling, “that explains it.”
    “Am I missing something?” I seethed.
    “ Si . You,” he stepped in closer, “are missing something very big.”
    “Mind elaborating?”
    He looked me over. “I may be an asshole, but my brother, Paolo, isn’t worth the shit I took this morning.”
    Brother? Paolo? “Sorry?”
    He laughed again. “You are serious? He never told you he has a twin brother?”
    Twin brother? What a load of crap! Who the hell does he think he’s fooling? I’d met identical twins and they were never exact. Something was always slightly different, even if you couldn’t put your finger on it. Maybe a slight difference in the roundness of the face or the pitch and intonation of the voice. This was Paolo. I would bet my life on it.
    “First off, Paolo doesn’t have a twin brother.”
    “Oh,” he chuckled, “because my brother told you everything. Yes, he is most certainly that sort of guy.”
    Perhaps it was possible, but…
    “If you’re his brother, then where is Paolo?”
    “That asshole? Dead and buried in that hole you just mentioned, for all I know or care. Same goes for you, you crazy bitch.”
    I raised my hand to slap him, but quickly found myself slammed against the wall once again. As I glared into those dark, almost feral eyes, the lights strobing on one half of his wickedly handsome face, the throbbing beat of the music all around us, I felt so sure I was gazing into Paolo’s soul.
    “Are you going to stand there grinding me all night, Paolo?”
    His square, unshaven jaw pulsed with tension, and then his eyes darted down for a fraction of a second, as if he actually felt conflicted about