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Seducing The Don

Penulis: Spark's Lenny
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-02 20:35:24

ARIELLE’S POV

The next day, I didn't see Matteo when I woke up. It felt like yesterday didn't happen, but the bandage in my arm proved that it did.

I sat on the wide window seat in the living room, staring out at the gardens.

My arm still throbbed under the fresh bandage, a constant reminder of last night’s stupidity. The mansion felt like a cage today.

I miss Yvonne.

The sound of footsteps made me look up. Frederico walked in, hands in his pockets, that usual easy smirk missing from his fac
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    THIRD PERSON POVThe private poker room rose with suffocating tension. No one moved. Arielle sat straight-backed in her chair, face calm, eyes locked on her cards. Matteo stood half-risen behind her, jaw clenched tight. His gaze burned into the side of her head, a silent storm of rage, fear, and that dark, unwilling pride. One wrong flip and she would be spread on this very table for Ivan to claim. The thought alone made his blood boil.Ivan leaned back in his chair, ice-blue eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. A slow, mocking smile curved his lips as he watched Arielle. “Give up now, Arielle,” he drawled, voice thick with a Russian accent and dripping condescension. “One wrong move and I get to wreck you for life.”Laughter erupted around the table. The older Italian players chuckled low and rough, shaking their heads at the audacity of the woman who had dared to sit with them. Ivan’s men joined in, their laughs louder, crueler, already imagining the scene — the beautiful prize bent

  • BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE    One Winner, One Loser

    MATTEO’S POVIvan’s voice still hung in the air. “Your move, Moretti. Or should I say… hers?” and every gun in the room stayed trained on its target. My finger itched on the trigger of my own piece, half-drawn and ready to paint the walls with Russian blood if anyone so much as breathed wrong.But Arielle didn’t flinch. She sat perfectly still on my lap, the cigar burning low between her fingers, her ass warm, pressed against my cock. I could feel her pulse racing under my palm, yet her voice came out steady, almost amused.“I accept.”The words landed like a fucking grenade.Rage and something worse surged through me. My arm tightened around her waist so hard I knew I’d leave bruises. “Arielle,” I growled low in warning, but she ignored me, leaning forward just enough to set the cigar in the ashtray with deliberate calm.“I want Ivan’s fingers chopped off if I win,” she said clearly, loud enough for the whole table to hear. “All of them. One by one. Right here.”A stunned beat of si

  • BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE    A Game of Poker

    MATTEO’S POVThe moment Arielle sank onto my lap, every muscle in my body rose up. Her ass pressed perfectly against my cock, soft curves molding to me through the thin fabric of her dress. She reached up without hesitation, plucked the cigar from my fingers, and brought it to those full lips.She took a slow, deliberate drag.Smoke curled from her mouth, and the entire table went dead silent. Part of me wanted to drag her out of here, bend her over the nearest surface, and remind her exactly who she belonged to. The other part, the darker, prouder part swelled with something dangerously close to admiration. My little kitten wasn’t just surviving my world. She was stepping into it with claws out.Across the table, Ivan watched her, those ice-blue eyes dragged over every inch of her, lingering on the way her dress hugged her thighs, the exposed line of her neck where my mark from last night still faintly showed if you knew where to look. He leaned back in his chair, a slow, predator

  • BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE    I Want To Play

    ARIELLE’S POVI splashed cold water on my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror. It was hard to figure out how I truly felt. Regret? Pain from Matteo's words, absolutely nothing. Groaning softly, I stepped out of the bath tub and dried my skin. For some odd reason, I kept replaying Matteo’s words from this morning in my head like a broken record.“You want freedom? Take it. Walk out that door if you want. I won’t chain you to this penthouse… but you’re a target now, Kitten. They’ll come for you the second you’re alone.”He had looked almost human when he said it. No mocking smirk, or cold rage. Just tired honesty and something darker underneath, regret, maybe. Or fear that I’d actually leave and get myself killed.Did he care about me? I hated that it made my chest tighten.I hated even more that I believed him. There was this part of me, that desperately wanted him to care. By the time evening fell, I had made my decision. I would take the freedom he offered. I would b

  • BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE    Freedom With A Price

    THIRD PERSON'S POV The study door clicked shut behind Xavier and Frederico, leaving Matteo and Arielle alone in heavy silence. Matteo kept his hands tucked deep in his pockets, shoulders tense, his expression carefully guarded. What did Arielle want? Why was she in his office? He wandered. The gunshot wound on his side throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing in his chest. He watched her closely, wondering how this conversation was about to explode.Arielle stood near the desk, her hair tousled from the night before. “So… where were we?” she repeated, voice steady despite the slight tremble beneath it.Matteo didn’t move. He simply waited, listening.Arielle took a deep breath, then spoke. “You slept with me last night, Matteo. You took my virginity after we argued like we always do, and then you just… walked away. You left me there in your bed like I was nothing. Like what happened between us meant nothing. I know you don’t do soft or gentle things, but I didn’

  • BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE    Feisty Wife

    MATTEO’S POV Memories from last night clouded my mind, as I stepped into the bathroom. The hot water pounded against my skin, but it did nothing to wash away the guilt clawing at my chest.I braced both hands on the tiled wall, head bowed, letting the steam fill the bathroom. What the hell had I done?I had taken her virginity.Arielle, my defiant, stubborn wife who had fought me at every turn had been untouched. Pure. And I had claimed her in the middle of an argument, driven by anger, pain from the gunshot, and that damn uncontrollable pull she had on me. I had told myself I didn’t do virgins. I had sworn I wouldn’t cross that line because she would want more than I could ever give.Yet the moment she had spread her legs for me, whispering my name like both a curse and a prayer, I had lost every ounce of control.Now she was lying in my bed, probably feeling used and alone, while I stood here feeling sick to my stomach.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, slamming my fist lightly

  • BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE    Tell Me to Stop Kitten

    MATTEO’S POVI left the penthouse with my jaw locked tight and my gun heavy at my side. The family meeting couldn’t wait. Vincenzo had summoned everyone, and ignoring it would only make things worse.I cursed under my breathe, got into my cat and stepped on the gas. The warehouse on the east docks

  • BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE    Claimed By A Morretti Man

    THIRD PERSON'S POV The cold water continued to pour over Matteo and Arielle in the shower, turning the small bathroom into a steamy, chaotic cocoon. Arielle’s plea hung in the air between them. “Let me go… please” her voice trembling with a mix of fear, anger, and something far more dangerous. M

  • BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE    Please.... Matteo

    MATTEO’S POVI stepped back into the penthouse after the shitshow with Vincenzo and Elena. This was not the first time we were having that kind of argument, but somehow, The old man’s words kept ringing in my ears — bastard son, nothing but trouble. As if I hadn’t bled for this family more times th

  • BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE    The Morretti Secret

    ARIELLE’S POVI couldn’t stay in the bedroom any longer after what happened the previous night. My face still burned with shame, and the ache between my legs had only just started to fade, leaving behind a sticky reminder of how badly my body had betrayed me. How I would have shamelessly given mys

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