ログインRhaena's POVI hoisted myself onto one of the bar stools and watched as he moved around the kitchen with easy, confident competence.He plated the pasta with practiced efficiency, twirling it into perfect nests on each plate. Adding the sauce - creamy with visible flecks of pepper and crispy pancetta. Drizzling it artfully. Sprinkling fresh parmesan over the top. Adding a sprig of fresh basil as garnish.He could have worked in a restaurant. It looked professional, magazine-worthy.He set a plate in front of me with a flourish, then moved to the wine fridge and pulled out a bottle of white wine - something Italian and expensive-looking.He poured us each a generous glass, then took the seat next to me rather than across from me, angling his bar stool so he was facing me rather than facing forward.Close. Intimate. Like he wanted to be able to see my face, read my expressions, gauge my reactions to everything he was about to say.For a moment, we just looked at each other. The air betw
Rhaena's POVHis words combined with the relentless pounding were pushing me rapidly toward the edge again."Come for me," he commanded, his hand leaving my throat to snake between us, finding my clit and rubbing it in tight, perfect circles. "Come on my cock right now. Show me you're mine. Show me this body belongs to me."The combination of his cock pounding into me at this devastating angle and his fingers expertly working my clit sent me flying over the edge hard and fast.I came with a scream, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around him, waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on painful crashing through every nerve ending in my body. My nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks even through his shirt."Fuck, yes," he groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic as my inner walls milked him. "That's it. That's my good girl. Come for me. Only for me."A few more desperate, erratic thrusts and he was coming too, burying himself as deep as humanly possible and holding
Rhaena's POVWhen they finally pooled at my feet, I stepped out of them, now completely naked except for my flats."Keep the shoes on," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I like you in heels but these work too. I like you however I can get you."Then his hands slid back up my legs, over my thighs, spreading them apart gently but firmly.He lifted my right leg and hooked it over his shoulder, opening me up to him completely, leaving me balanced on my left foot with my back against the door.The position left me exposed and vulnerable and completely at his mercy. I had to brace my hands against the door to keep my balance."So beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thigh, making me shiver. "So perfect. And all mine. Say you're mine, Rhaena.""I'm yours," I whispered, because it was true, because I couldn't deny it even if I wanted to."Again," he demanded, his mouth moving closer to where I needed him most."I'm yours, Alessio," I said, louder this time, more certa
Rhaena's POVHis hair was still slightly damp like he'd recently showered, drops of water still clinging to the dark strands. His feet were bare. He looked relaxed and casual and comfortable in his own space.And absolutely devastating."Rhaena," he said, my name coming out like a sigh of relief, his voice warm and rough in a way that made my stomach flip. His eyes drank me in hungrily, traveling slowly from my face down to my dress, my legs, my feet, and back up again. "You look beautiful.""I didn't really try that hard," I said honestly, suddenly self-conscious under his intense scrutiny. "It's just a simple dress. Nothing special.""You're always beautiful," he said, reaching out to take my hand and pull me inside. His hand was warm and strong, his grip firm. "You could wear a garbage bag and you'd still be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."The compliment made my cheeks heat, made some of my anxiety ease slightly, made me feel less inadequate compared to Dove's magazine-pe
Rhaena's POVThat evening, after spending the rest of the afternoon trying and failing to focus on work, trying not to obsess over what Alessio and Dove might have talked about after I left, I finally gave up and went home to change.I stood in front of my closet for the second time that day, once again paralyzed by the simple act of choosing what to wear.What did you wear to your stepbrother's apartment to have "the talk" about his ex-girlfriend showing up while you were still processing the fact that you'd just agreed to a secret relationship with him?The question was absurd. The entire situation was absurd.I pulled out several options, holding each one up to myself in the mirror, trying to decide what message I wanted to send.A nice blouse and jeans - too casual, like I didn't care enough to try.A cocktail dress - too formal, too obvious, like I was trying to compete with Dove's polished perfection.A sexy little black dress - too much, too desperate, like I was trying to sedu
Rhaena's POV"That was a while ago," Alessio said, his tone polite but creating subtle distance. He stepped slightly away from her, breaking the contact, though she didn't seem to notice or care."Not that long," Dove said with a laugh. "Feels like yesterday sometimes." She finally extended her hand to me, and I forced myself to take it, to shake it professionally even though I wanted to do anything but. "It's nice to meet you, Rhaena. How do you know Alessio?"I looked at Alessio, waiting for him to answer, but he seemed frozen, clearly not sure what to say or how to explain our connection.So I said it for him."I'm Alessio's stepsister," I said, the words tasting bitter on my tongue even though they were technically true. "Our parents just got married this weekend.""Oh!" Dove's expression brightened immediately, any perceived threat apparently vanishing now that she'd categorized me as family rather than competition. "How wonderful! I didn't know your father had remarried, Alessio
Rhaena's POVI turned away from the mirror and went back into the bedroom, pulling back the covers on the large four-poster bed. The sheets were soft and cool against my skin when I slipped between them. The mattress was incredibly comfortable, the pillows we
Rhaena’s POVThat night, I lay flat on my bed, staring up at the ceiling like it might give me answers. The fan hummed softly above me, pushing warm air around the room, but I still felt restless. My mind refused to slow down.Tomorrow was my first day at Ravelli Holdings.Just thinking about it ma
Rhaena’s POVMisunderstood? My hands shot up in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?” I hissed, stepping closer instinctively, my heels clicking against the floor. “Misunderstood? There’s no way I could have misunderstood your text. You sent it!”He tilted his head, studying me like I was an interesting
Rhaena’s POVI could feel my blood boil, hot and fast, and my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. My hands shook, but I didn’t back away. “You are unbelievable,” I hissed. “Absolutely, infuriatingly… unbelievable.”He just leaned in a little, that smirk daring me, teasing, challenging. “I like







