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Chapter Forty Nine – Dante

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She is closer than ever to the edge.

I can feel it in the quicksilver rhythm of her pulse, in the tremor that betrays itself in her hands no matter how tightly she clenches them, in the restless rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to steady her breathing. Every subtle twitch, every flicker in her golden-brown eyes tells me more than words ever could.

Selena is a storm contained in fragile glass—lightning and fire thrashing against the limits of her pride. And I… I am the one pressing
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  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Fifty Three - Dante

    The air between us feels taut, charged, as though the space itself is trembling with anticipation. My breath is slow but deliberate, matching hers—matching the rhythm of her pulse I can feel through our proximity.Her chest rises and falls unevenly, her lashes lowered, her lips slightly parted as if she’s caught between denial and need. Every movement she makes speaks of a quiet surrender she has yet to admit aloud. And I want her to admit it.My fingers trace a slow path along the line of her jaw, then to the curve of her neck, where her skin shivers under my touch. I do not rush. This is a game, a dance of dominance and longing—and I intend to savor every second of it.Her breath catches again, sharp and fragile, as if she’s struggling to hold herself together. She tries to pull away, but her body betrays her. She leans subtly toward me, drawn by something she cannot name—something as dangerous as it is inevitable.I lower my forehead to hers again, letting my lips hover so close to

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Fifty Two – Selena

    I could feel the fire consuming me.It wasn’t a sudden blaze, but a slow, deliberate ignition — a spark that had smoldered for too long. Every breath I took fed it. Every beat of my heart fanned it higher. It burned behind my ribs, crawled along my skin, filled every part of me until I didn’t know where the heat ended and I began.And he was there — Dante — standing just close enough that the space between us felt charged, alive, dangerous.His presence filled the room. Not through sound or movement, but through sheer gravity. He didn’t have to touch me to make me aware of him. I felt him in the air I breathed, in the rhythm of my pulse, in the quiet command that lived in the way he simply was.I tried to hold my ground, but my knees felt weak, as if my body already knew what my mind refused to accept.I wasn’t afraid of him. I was afraid of what he made me feel.“Selena,” he said, his voice low — almost reverent — wrapping around my name like silk. “You don’t have to fight anymore.”

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Fifty One – Dante

    She is trembling.Not from fear, not from weakness — but from the storm I have summoned within her. I can feel it even before I cross the threshold. The air is thick with her hesitation, her pulse echoing through the silence like a confession she can’t take back.I pause outside her room for a moment, letting the anticipation coil inside me like a live wire. I’ve waited too long for this — not the moment itself, but the truth it represents. The end of pretense. The collapse of all those careful walls she built to keep me at a distance.When I finally open the door, it’s deliberate. Controlled. I want her to feel every step I take. The sound of my shoes against the floorboards, the measured rhythm of my breathing — all of it meant to draw her attention, to remind her who it is that walks toward her now.Selena doesn’t move. She sits on the edge of the bed, fingers twisted in the fabric of her sheets like she’s holding herself together. The lamplight cuts soft gold over her skin, and fo

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Fifty – Selena

    I couldn’t move.Every nerve, every muscle, every breath screamed with tension. He was there—closer than I wanted, closer than I had allowed anyone to be—and the heat of his presence consumed me.It was suffocating. It was intoxicating. It was a prison and a drug all at once.I tried to steady myself, tried to summon the defiance that had carried me through every battle, every word, every stolen glance. I had always held the line, always drawn breath from the steel inside me. But now… it was slipping. Slipping like sand through desperate fingers, grain by grain, until I could feel the loss of control choking me.“Selena,” he murmured, voice low, smooth, wrapping around me like a velvet chain. “Do you feel it? That pull? That fire you cannot contain?”The sound of my name on his lips struck me like a touch. I shook my head, but the lie stuck in my throat. I could feel it. Gods, I could feel it—thick and burning, a current running through my blood, making my skin ache as if it were too

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Forty Nine – Dante

    She is closer than ever to the edge. I can feel it in the quicksilver rhythm of her pulse, in the tremor that betrays itself in her hands no matter how tightly she clenches them, in the restless rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to steady her breathing. Every subtle twitch, every flicker in her golden-brown eyes tells me more than words ever could. Selena is a storm contained in fragile glass—lightning and fire thrashing against the limits of her pride. And I… I am the one pressing against that glass, waiting to watch it shatter. Tonight, I will not be content to observe. Tonight, I push. Not recklessly, not crudely—but carefully, deliberately. Each step calculated, each pause sharpened like a blade, each word chosen to cut past her defenses until there is nothing left between us but raw fire. I close the door behind me with a soft click. That small sound is enough to make her stiffen. She freezes where she stands, as if the air itself thickened around her. Her eyes lock

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Forty Eight – Selena

    I could barely breathe.The walls of my chamber felt too small, suffocating in the silence that followed the storm of my thoughts. I had paced for hours, barefoot against the cold stone floor, my heartbeat refusing to settle. Every corner I turned, every breath I dragged in, carried him with it. His voice. His touch. His unyielding gaze.I wanted to banish him. To tear him out of my mind and lock the door against the haunting echo of his presence. But the harder I fought, the deeper he sank into me.Dante.His name alone made my chest tighten, my stomach clench. The memory of his eyes burned against my skin like a mark I could never wash away. I hated it. I hated him. And yet, beneath the anger, beneath the fury, a pulse of hunger throbbed like a secret I couldn’t admit.Impossible. It was impossible to want him. And yet—The air shifted.I froze, my back to the doorway, my skin prickling as though my body recognized him before my mind did.And then he was there.Not a shadow. Not a d

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Twenty Seven - Selena

    The knock was soft. Too soft. The kind of sound that made your pulse skip because you knew—whoever it was, they weren’t really asking permission. Before I could even answer, the door opened. And there he was. Dante. Filling the doorway like a shadow carved into flesh. Dark suit. Darker eye

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Twenty Six - Dante

    “You had breakfast,” I said simply. Not a question. An observation that could be offered as praise or threat, depending on how she chose to hear it. Her laugh—short, brittle—landed somewhere between vindication and protest. “You left it there,” she said. “You decided to let me have it.” Her voice

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Twenty Five - Dante

    There it was. The sound I’d been waiting for. Soft. Barely audible. But unmistakable. A moan — not a surrender of the body, not a plea, but a small, human sound snagged between hunger and habit. It landed in the room like a stone thrown into still water, and the ripples mattered more than the

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Twenty Four - Selena

    That afternoon dissolved into a haze of small actions: I tried on different dresses, nothing too flashy but all carefully chosen to test the boundaries of what I was allowed to be. I ate more. I walked the length of the room and then the balcony again, cataloguing possible exits like a woman making

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