Chapter: 40 ) Red Lips and Velvet ScarsI held my breath as I looked at my reflection in the dim light of the mirror. Matteo's black silk dress literally clung to my body like a snake. The fabric was so fine and delicate that it seemed to reveal every curve of my skin, every breath I took.The dress, completely closed at the front, lifted my breasts with a noble posture, but its real impact lay at the back; the back was completely open, down to my dimples and the curve of my hips. I had gathered my hair in waves to one side of my shoulder, and applied a dark red lipstick that seemed to scorch my pale skin.As I applied mascara to my lashes one last time, the bathroom door slowly opened. Immediately behind my reflection in the mirror, my husband appeared, looking as handsome as an angel of death in his enormous, jet-black Italian-cut suit.He had left the first two buttons of his white shirt undone, the tattoos on his tanned neck protruding from the edge of the fabric. When he fixed his gaze on me in the mirror, I saw those
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Chapter: 39 ) TouchableAfter that drenched, wild surrender on deck, I hadn't even touched the enormous, gold-leafed boxes Matteo's men had left at my cabin door. To soothe the raw, agonizing throbbing feeling inside me, I'd thrown myself straight into the bathroom. I'd filled the marble bathtub with hot, bubbly water, leaving the mafia war and the roar of the Mediterranean behind, and immersed myself in the warmth.As the luxurious bathroom mirrors were completely covered in thick condensation, I rested my head against the cold marble edge of the tub. The moment I closed my eyes, even in the darkest, most focused cyber-rooms of my mind, only one silhouette appeared: Matteo.The weight of his dark, muscular body on me, the raw warmth of those calloused, enormous fingers that had gripped my hair on deck just moments ago, still throbbed on my scalp. I still lingered on the corners of my lips, his masculine, intense taste. My chest was rising and falling so rapidly that I realized I was trembling even under the
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Chapter: 38) Sweet ReceptionsThe bright, scorching morning sun of the Mediterranean completely warmed the deck, while a gentle breeze blew my hair across my face. I lay stretched out on a luxurious deck chair, wearing only Matteo's now familiar black linen shirt, and I was popping cold strawberries one by one from the silver bowl on the nightstand.Right opposite me... was Matteo.He wore only grey sweatpants; his bare, tanned torso gleamed like a bronze statue in the sunlight.He was practicing shooting at mechanical targets launched into the sea with his heavy, black, silenced gun. With each pull of the trigger, the muscles in his broad shoulders and back tensed with an incredible rhythm, hitting the target perfectly with every shot. As I slowly bit into a strawberry, letting the sweet, red juice spread across my tongue, I couldn't take my eyes off his flawless, macho physique. He knew just how godlike and dangerous he looked when he was focused.After detonating the final target in mid-air, Matteo released the
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Chapter: 37) From the Gutters to the ThroneIn the faded, grainy photograph on the screen, Matteo was barely twenty years old. His face was covered in blood, his left eye gouged out, his dark, even now imposing chin bruised. His hands were shackled behind his back with rusty chains, but the wild, deadly look in his dark eyes, defying all authority, was still as fresh as ever. Immediately behind him, a young Elena, her venom newly honed like a snake, placed her hand on his bloody shoulder, gazing at the camera with an arrogant, triumphant smile.Below the photograph, in the cyber report, was a file name in Italian: "Il Bastardo di Napoli" (The Bastard of Naples).My fingers froze on the keyboard. I slowly lifted my head from the screen and looked at my husband, standing like a stone statue behind me, under the dim red alarm lights. For the first time, the raw, terrifying past hidden behind those luxurious suits, those enormous yachts in the Mediterranean, that possessive and arrogant mafia leader aura, was laid bare before me."
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Chapter: 36)Bytes and Hazelnut CreamAs the red alarm lights turned the deck into a bloodbath, the powerful roar of the yacht's engines suddenly ceased. The enormous luxury vessel began to rock like a cradle in the dark waters of the Mediterranean. While Matteo's bodyguards frantically loaded their weapons, I had already sprung into action.My fear had completely given way to adrenaline and "Focus" mode. Wearing only Matteo's enormous black linen shirt, I stomped my bare feet on the cold deck floor and ran towards the main control room. Matteo roared after me, "Nova, stop! I said go inside!" but I couldn't hear him.That cocktail-sipping slut was going to hack into my system? I swear I'd give those hackers their keyboards one by one!I kicked open the control room door and went to the main terminal. My fingers flew across the red cyber codes swirling on the screens. My eyes were glued to the screen, typing hundreds of lines of code per second, when a curse escaped my lips."Even cyber hacking has its honor, what kind of
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Chapter: 35) A Heartbeat and a HeartbreakAs Elena's yacht slowly drifted away into the darkness of the open sea, the silence on deck, permeated with the smell of gunpowder and sea salt, gave way to the roar of the engines. The guards were still on high alert, but I was blind to the world around me. The primal monster of jealousy surged through my veins with such ferocity that my earlier, cool, "strawberry juice" outburst was completely gone. My eyes throbbed with anger and that terrible indigestion.Matteo, his body stiffened after Elena's words, turned towards me. In his dark eyes, there was a shock and admiration I couldn't quite decipher. Just as he was about to open his mouth and say in that authoritative tone, "What did you just do?", I didn't give him a chance.I took a step forward and reached out my hands to his bare, dark chest, his firm collarbones. I grabbed the collar of Matteo's huge jacket, or rather, the torn pieces of his black linen shirt, with a savage ferocity. With surprising strength, I pulled him toward
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