MasukRhaena'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 POV"That's one word for it," he agreed with a slight smile. "But it's more than that. I like talking to you. Like spending time with you. Like knowing you. I want to know more. Want to know everything.""Even though it's complicated?""Especially because it's complicated," he said. "Because if I'm willing to risk all this - our jobs, our parents' relationship, everything - for you, then you must be worth it."It was insane. Reckless. Dangerous.But looking into his eyes, feeling his arms around me, feeling the weight of his words and the sincerity behind them, I couldn't bring myself to say no.Because he was right. I couldn't move on either. Couldn't forget. Couldn't pretend Italy hadn't changed everything."Okay," I whispered."Okay?" he repeated, hope and relief flooding his face, transforming his features from intense to almost boyish in his obvious happiness."Okay," I confirmed more firmly. "We'll try. We'll figure it out. Somehow."He kissed me again, and this time it
Rhaena's POVWe stayed like that for a long moment, both of us trembling and gasping, clinging to each other as we came down from the intensity, our hearts pounding so hard I could feel his pulse where our bodies were pressed together.Reality started to creep back in slowly.We'd just had sex. In his office. At work. In the middle of the day. Just down the hall from where other people were working.Aggressive, loud, desperate sex that we'd barely managed to keep quiet."We really need to stop doing this," I said when I could finally speak, though I made no move to pull away from him, my arms still wrapped around his neck, my legs still locked around his waist, his softening cock still inside me."Probably," he agreed, pressing a tender kiss to my temple that contrasted sharply with the brutal way he'd just taken me. "But we won't.""Alessio—""I know," he said, pulling back slightly to look at me, his hands cupping my face with surprising gentleness given the brutal, desperate way he
Rhaena's POVI nodded against his hand, and he slowly removed it, watching me carefully.Then his mouth returned to my breasts, this time biting down on my nipple hard enough that I had to bite my own lip to keep from crying out.His hands went to my skirt, finding the zipper and yanking it down roughly. The skirt fell to the floor around my feet, pooling around my heels and leaving me in just my panties and shoes in his office."So fucking beautiful," he muttered, his eyes roaming over my nearly naked body with possessive, predatory hunger. "Been thinking about this all morning. About getting you naked in my office. About bending you over my desk. About making you mine again. About reminding you who you belong to.""I'm supposed to be working," I said weakly, even as my hands were already fumbling with his belt, unbuckling it with trembling, desperate fingers."So am I," he said, helping me with his zipper, his hands covering
Alessio’s POVI glanced around, taking in the crowd, the strangers brushing too close, hands lingering too long. “Yeah. Huge difference.”Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t ask you to come.”“No,” I said quietly. “You didn’t.”The music in the club suddenly changed, the beat dropping even lower, heavier
Rhaena’s POVI got to the club later than I expected and parked my car a little farther away than I wanted. The street was already crowded, cars lining both sides, people laughing and talking as they headed inside. I sat in my car for a moment with my hands on the steering wheel, listening to the m
Rhaena’s POVI got back to the table and slid into my seat, careful not to rush, even though my heart was still beating faster than normal. My lips were curved into a smile I hadn’t planned on wearing. It just… stayed there. The kind of smile that comes when something unexpected but nice happens an
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







