MasukFabrizioIt's something I've been telling myself for weeks, but never actually doing. We need to start being careful."Are you satisfied?" I ask when I finally catch my breath.She lifts her head from my neck and looks at me with one eyebrow raised."I'm the one who did all the work," she replies arrogantly, making me laugh.I turn her over and lay her on the mattress, settling between her legs and, much to my disappointment, slipping out of her."Doing it once in a while won't kill you." I nibble on her chin, and she laughs at the tickling sensation. "That way, you'll learn to appreciate my efforts."She bursts out laughing, and I look into her eyes, hopelessly in love."I love your laughter."She strokes my hair, brushing the damp strands away from my forehead."And I love everything about you, il mio cavaliere oscuro."I take the hand she's using to caress me and kiss her palm."Maybe I'm not as much of a gentleman as you think.""Of course you are. Don't be ridiculous. The part ab
FabrizioI apply the ointment to what used to be the bruise on her rib. The purplish color has already disappeared, and now there's only a faint yellowish shadow, practically imperceptible."You know you don't have to keep doing that, right?" she asks with a smile, and I look at her.Seeing her naked on my bed, our bed, will always be a pleasure."I like doing it. I like taking care of you.""And I like having you take care of me, but I'm fine now." She sits up and settles onto my lap. "I've had the best nurse anyone could ask for."I brush the damp hair away from her shoulder, still wet from our recent bath, and caress her cheek with my knuckles. The doctor did an excellent job. The wound on her cheekbone is barely a thin line, like a strand of hair. You have to look very closely to notice it."With a patient like you..." I run my hands along the sides of her naked body. "Anyone could become the best nurse."Her cheeks turn a faint shade of pink, and I love knowing that, despite how
Fabrizio“We can’t, dolcezza. I don’t want to hurt you.”“You won’t.”“You’re awfully sure of yourself. Maybe you’re giving me more credit than I deserve.”“No, I’m not. I just trust you.”She sits up, straddling my waist, and pulls off her sweatshirt.I swallow hard at the sight of her beautiful, bare breasts.God, I want to throw myself at her and devour every inch of her, but the horrible bruise on her side stops me.“Chi, don’t ask me to do this. I don’t want to hurt you.”“Do you love me?”Her question sends a shiver through me.“With everything I am,” I answer without hesitation.“Then I want to feel it. I need to feel it. More than ever today, I need to feel loved the way only you have ever managed to make me feel.”I’d like to believe my self-control is stronger than this, but the truth is, it isn’t.My hands move almost of their own accord toward her thighs, beginning a dangerous journey up their inner curves.Her silky skin sets every nerve in my body on fire. And although e
FabrizioOnce everyone has left and night has fallen, I carry Chiara back to the bedroom.“You don’t have to carry me,” she says, her face tucked into the crook of my neck as I take her in my arms and carry her toward the bed.“You seem to be enjoying it,” I tease.She laughs softly.“I like having you this close. Feeling you, smelling you.”“Then let me spoil you and don’t complain.”I gently lay her on the bed before sitting on the edge to take off my shoes and start undressing.“Do you think they’ll ever accept me?” she asks, turning onto her side.“Who?”“Your friends. They didn’t seem particularly convinced about this whole thing.”“This whole thing is our relationship,” I reply, looking directly into her eyes. “This is us, Chiara. You and me, loving each other.” I lean down and kiss her. “So I don’t care whether they’re convinced or not. I’m not changing my mind, and if they truly love me as much as they claim to, they’ll eventually come around.”She lets out a deep sigh, wincin
Fabrizio Antonio huffs and runs his hands through his hair. He knows I'm right; we've been walking through a minefield for the last two years. We wanted to avoid a conflict, but if we want absolute control, we have to weed out the rats."I don't want a confrontation because of me." We all turn toward the hallway to see Bianca, who has come out of the room. "If the Don thinks it's best for me to hide and for everyone to think I fled on my own, I'll do it.""We already talked about this, Bianca," I say with determination."Yes, but we have to be realistic. What you're suggesting isn't practical, Fabrizio, at least not right now. You're right, the Bratva will never forgive us for what Enzo did, and I assume we won't forgive them either after what happened to Ari.""You assume correctly," Enzo seconds in a low voice."But while it's going to be an eternal war, it's also true that these next few months will be the worst," she continues, making her point. "The attacks will start, on both s
Fabrizio The tense moment is interrupted by the doctor, who has come to check on Bianca. The most striking blow is to her eye; however, it doesn't seem to be anything more than swelling from a cut on her cheekbone that the doctor takes care of stitching up. What is truly concerning is the hematoma on her side; Bianca has already suffered a fracture on that rib, and it's most likely that it's broken again."Take a deep breath," the doctor asks as he examines her in bed. She tries to do so but can't, groaning in pain. "I need her to have an x-ray to confirm, but I'm almost certain it's fractured," he informs me."She can't leave here.""Fine, I'll bring a team to handle it.""What should we do?""Well, the young lady already has some experience with this," he replies, looking at Bianca with compassion. "She needs to take the anti-inflammatory and stay in bed as much as possible, no physical exertion."That prohibition sets off an alarm."What kind of exertion are we talking about?" I a
AriannaI wanted him gone, as far away from me as possible. I shoved at his chest again, but Enzo was immovable, solid as stone and my effort only seemed to amuse him. His low, mocking laugh made my blood boil.“Get away!” I shouted, this time balling my fist and striking him.But before I could re
Enzo's Pov I leave the house with a weight pressing on my chest. I told myself this marriage would be simple—a contract, a façade—but Arianna’s face when she saw Sasha’s photograph won’t leave my mind. I’d expected annoyance, maybe even resentment. That I could live with. But sadness? Real sadness
AriannaThe lobby was buzzing when Enzo and I stepped out of the elevator. Not with the usual background noise of a hotel, but with something heavier—guards at every corner, eyes scanning every movement. The kind of atmosphere that made even the air feel like it had to ask permission to move.My ey
EnzoMy hands are sweaty as I wait, which feels ridiculous considering I’m married to that woman—but this time things are different. In this story, we’ve definitely done everything backwards.“Where are you planning to take her?” Antonio asks in that ridiculous, over-the-top concerned tone he only







