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back of her head. The elastic string began pulling, strands of her
hair blew about.
    “ But we can’t openly marry.”
Anastasia tried to move from his grip but he was too tightly
connected.
    “ I would rather live alone than
with another woman.” He pressed into her lips and hips, forcing
both closed extremities apart. His tongue plummeted through her
apparent rejection. And while kissing her with little forgiveness,
he continually muttered, “Mine . . . mine . . . mine.”
    Pretty soon Anastasia was struggling, flailing and
pleading.
    “ No, no, no, no, no . . .” he
hushed her, afraid that she was reacting unnecessarily. He pressed
closer, not wanting her to run away from him.
    “ You’re frightening me, Stefano.”
Although he couldn’t see her eyes, the quiver of her words incited
fear. “Let me go . . . please?”
    “ I could never hurt you, Anastasia.
Please, stay longer.” He wasn’t asking permission. His knees were
secure against the skirt of her fabric, pinning this prize against
the cold brick structure. He stooped low enough to capture and
tease at the upper portions of her breasts. He kissed along and
around her costume. He was aroused, maddened by this
enjoyment.
    “ Anastasia!” a male voice traveled
in the distance. The call drew nearer, drifted further, and grew
closer once more.
    “ I must go,” she pleaded
again.
    Stefano exhaled.
    “ Who is that man?” he asked under
his breath.
    “ Stefano, if they find me with you,
there will be hell.”
    “ Who is he?” he commanded in a
higher tone, his voice cracking midway through.
    “ I don’t want to hurt—”
    “ Who is he?” Rather than increase
his inquisition, Stefano lowered his sounds. There was a certain
threat that accompanied his question, however. He stood straight
and began to pace. Stopping off and on, he pounded against the
opposing hedge.
    “ My betrothed,” Anastasia finally
acknowledged.
    Stefano stepped away, unable to go much further. His
back pressed against stone. The mask that had remained intact, he
immediately removed and cast down. He momentarily ceased to exist,
save for the ongoing call of his dear Anastasia and the continuous
pounding of his heart.
    “ Stefano . . .” Anastasia reached
for his face, her head turned towards the bright opening of their
resting place. He brushed her away. His head tossed, denying her,
refusing company any longer.
    “ Go!” he shouted. Her body trembled
causing the gown to shake. A gasp pierced the air. But as she
turned to walk away, Stefano asked with compassion, “Why did you
come to my bed?”
    Without looking back, she paused. Her head dipped,
hands spread outward. “You were my first, Stefano. I’ve loved you
the longest.”
    “ But you are promised to another
man now.” He moved toward her, placing his chest against the
temptress’s upper back. “You gave me your body over and again. What
kind of a woman have you become?”
    Only then she turned to face Stefano. Looking down,
barely able to decipher her emotions, his fingers crushed into her
upper arms.
    “ Stefano, I will continue to come
to your bed. I must marry Antonio, though I will always belong to
you.”
    “ Do you visit his bed as well?”
Stefano asked.
    His question introduced twenty seconds of silent
conversation. Her hands cradled his face. She pressed upwards,
forcing him downwards. Without making it easy, Stefano’s tight lips
were brought against hers. Her tongue outlined his mouth.
    “ What must I do? Move on?” His
questions caused a tickling between them.
    “ Never move on,” she quickly
demanded.
    “ That’s what you’re doing,
Anastasia.”
    “ Mama and Papi are forcing me to
move on.”
    Stefano’s lips curved. He wanted to share what
little he knew of his father and her mother’s infidelity, because
she was clearly unaware. “What have they told you?”
    “ Papi has given no indication,” she
replied softly. “Do you know why?”
    “ And you do not fight