LOGINWarning: This story contains BDSM steamy scenes, mature language, and forbidden romance.Recommended for readers who enjoy emotionally intense and sexually charged love stories with depth. ……. My father is a powerful politician. His enemies killed my mother. Now they want me. To keep me alive, he hires the most expensive security company in the city. Three men show up at my door and drag me to a secret beach house. Dante, Nikolai and Enzo My bodyguards. My captors. I’m a medical student. I’m supposed to study for exams, not stitch up gunshot wounds and listen to bloody stories that make my thighs press together. I should hate them.I should be begging to go home, not aching for the men that might destroy me. Instead, I let them pin me to the wall, big bodies caging me in, heat rolling off their skin as rough hands toy with the buttons of my shirt. One of them leans down and growls in my ear, “We’ve wanted to do this since the first day we laid eyes on you kitten”
View MoreChapter Twenty EightNina’s POVI stayed in Enzo’s arms for a long time.My cheeks were wet. My chest hurts. My hands still shook from the gunshot, from the sand, from the way Dante had laughed like it was nothing.Enzo held me tight, one hand on the back of my head, the other on my waist. He did not say much. He just breathed with me.Dante stood a few feet away.He rubbed his jaw where Enzo had hit him. His eyes were dark and cold. He looked at us like we were a problem he needed to fix.“You done?” Dante said at last.I flinched.Enzo did not answer. His arm tightened around me.Dante took a slow breath. “Listen and listen well. She is a prisoner here. Not a princess. Not your little charity project.”I stiffened in Enzo’s arms.He kept going. “Just because she has a nice body does not mean she is special. We have lost men because of her. Good men. And it is not like her father’s debt will even bring us that much money in the end.”Each word was a knife.Enzo’s fingers flexed on my
Chapter Twenty SevenNina’s POVSand was in my hair. In my mouth. In my bra.Dante’s body was pressed under mine, hard muscle and heat and gun oil. His hands were locked around my waist. My top had ridden up, my bare stomach against his chest.For one wild second, his face was almost buried between my boobs.We just stared at each other. Both breathing hard.Nothing happened. No kiss. No cute moment.Just shock. Heat. And a gun still in his hand.“Get off me, kitten,” he said, voice rough.My face burned. “Then let me go.”He released me and I scrambled away, pulling my top down, brushing sand off my skin with shaking hands. My heart hammered in my chest.“What is wrong with you?” I snapped. “You could have broken my neck!”“What is wrong with me?” He stood, limping a little, his shirt sticking to his back with sweat. His eyes were dark. Angry. “You are the one who said you wanted a gun so you could put a bullet in my head.”“I was angry!”He snorted. “Welcome to my world. Angry peopl
Chapter Twenty SixNina’s POVDante didn’t blink.For a second, the room was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.“Maybe if you train me and give me a damn gun,” I had said, chest heaving, “then I’ll man up happily putting some bullets in your head.”His jaw flexed.Then he moved.One second he was across the room. The next he was right in front of me, his chest almost touching mine, his eyes dark and hard.“Careful, Nina,” he said softly. “You’re asking for things you don’t understand.”“I’m not scared of you,” I shot back, even though my stomach was tight.He laughed once. No humor. “You should be.”His hand shot out, fingers closing around my arm. Not gentle. Not soft. He yanked me forward so fast I stumbled into him.“Hey—let go—”“Fine,” he growled. “You want guns? You want to ‘man up’? Let me show you what that actually looks like.”He dragged me toward the far wall.I’d been in this room for weeks and never noticed anything strange about it. It was just an office.
Chapter Twenty FiveNina’s POVHis words hit harder than the slap.This mansion witnessed no peace till you came in.For a second I just stare at him, my ears ringing, my face burning, blood still running down my forehead. Then my chest tightens so fast I can’t breathe.I let out a broken laugh that sounds like a sob.“Well, it’s not like I want to be here!” I shout.My voice echoes off the marble and steel. Everyone goes still. The guards. Nana. Even Isabela quiets down, her fake sobs cutting off.I point at Dante with a bloody hand.“I didn’t wake up one morning and say, ‘Hey, I want to be kidnapped by three criminals and locked in a glass cage by the sea.’ You think this is my dream life?”Tears spill over, hot and fast. They mix with the blood on my face and drip down my chin.“I lost my mom,” I choke. “You hear me? I watched cancer eat her alive. Then I lost my boyfriend because he could not stand my grief. Then my father sold me like furniture. Now he’s dead too. And you—”I jab






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