ログインHe's rock hard, and he grunts loudly, holding onto my waist firmly while I dry hump him. “Fuck Zayn…” he growls, moving his hips to match my movement. “Have condoms here?” I bite his earlobes and lick as I whisper. “Got some in the drawer.” He manages. I push him to lie flat on the bed. I get up, quickly search the drawers and grab the condoms. “Fuck, you must be so horny.” He grins as I climb back up. I snicker, grabbing his hard dick through his pants. “I want to ride your dick Rocco.”My words seemed to have done a number on him. He hisses, taking off his shirt quickly and I help with his pants and boxers, freeing that glorious dick that's pointing at me like it wanted to ask me a question. The tip’s already pooling with precum.I stare at it, my mouth watering. “So…” he grins. “Are you gonna hop on or not?” I rolled my eyes, tearing the condom with my teeth and I did something I knew he fucking loved. I put the condom in my mouth and leaned down. “Zayn…” he gasped as he
Rocco was practically bouncing with excitement, his large hand wrapped warmly around mine as he led me down the hallways. He kept pointing at different paintings, antique statues, and expensive marble columns, talking with a playful energy that I was beginning to get used to."That painting over there?" Rocco chuckled, pointing a thick finger at a massive portrait of an old Italian landscape hanging on the wall. "Dante bought that at an auction in Milan three years ago just to flex on some business rival. Paid nearly two million for it.” He shook his head. “Crazy bastard, right?"I followed a half-step behind him, forcing a soft, strained smile onto my face. Beneath the long sleeves of my shirt, my hands were clenched into tight, painful fists, my fingernails digging into my palms. Every loud laugh from Rocco felt like a blow to my chest.Rocco suddenly stopped walking, turning around to face me. He looked down into my eyes, his sharp brow furrowing in concern as he noticed my stiff p
Rocco blinked, his eyes widening in genuine surprise as he stared at me. For a second, everywhere was silent, the motor idling softly beneath us."You... want to go to the mansion?" Rocco asked, his rough voice filled with disbelief.I swallowed hard, forcing my panic down and quickly stringing together a lie. "Yes. I... I just want to spend one night with you, Rocco. Really spend time with you without worrying about my work or your schedule.” I forced out.“Plus, you mentioned your younger brother came back from Paris, right? I want to meet your family."Rocco groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the leather headrest. "Trust me, Zayn, you do not want to meet Lorenzo. That kid is a bratty, annoying little shit who spends half his time begging for attention and the other half driving Dante insane.” He started complaining. “He looks cute, but he's a massive pain in the ass.""I still want to meet him," I said softly, offering him a pleading look. “Please babe, don't you want m
Raymond took two slow steps into my living room, looking around the small space with a disgusted scowl on his face. He flicked a speck of dust off his expensive sleeve, his icy blue eyes sweeping over my furniture like it was trash."Where's Orion?" Raymond asked, his deep voice breaking through the quiet room.I swallowed hard, forcing my trembling hands down to my sides as I stood near the edge of the couch. I took a slow breath, trying to keep my voice completely calm and even. "He's asleep in his room."Raymond shifted his gaze back to me, his cold blue eyes narrowing as he took in my pale face. "Give me an update. What's your progress with Rocco?""I'm working on it," I replied quietly, keeping my head slightly lowered. "Rocco trusts me completely now. He brings me around, he listens to me, and he's dropped his guard."Raymond let out a sharp, impatient growl, taking a step closer until his massive frame towered right over me. "I don't give a damn about your little love story, Za
~ Zayn’s POV ~Ever since Rocco and I became a thing, I had been walking on eggshells.Every single day felt like stepping across thin glass, waiting for the moment it would shatter beneath my feet. I was supposed to be happy. Anyone in my position would be overjoyed. But a person as filthy, ruined, and broken as me had never deserved any kind of happiness at all, no matter how little. Yet, like a fool, I had let myself fall. I had allowed myself to taste a little bit of joy, even though I knew it was all borrowed time and it would eventually have to end tragically. I adjusted the collar of my shirt, staring out the window of my small apartment as the morning sun crept over the horizon, my mind was blank at the moment. Then a car honk outside the apartment got my attention. A soft smile instantly bloomed across my face at the sound of that familiar engine outside.Rocco was early. He was always early.I rushed outside, holding Orion, by his little hand. The moment we stepped outsid
I glanced over my shoulder into the parlor. Rocco was gently holding Zayn's hand, softly telling him he was going to show him around the garden to help him relax. Zayn nodded with a timid, sweet smile.I shook my head, turned around, and walked up the stairs to my bedroom.I locked my door, pulled out my phone, and typed a quick message to Laurent.-You're being way too dramatic-A minute later, Laurent replied.-I have to act dramatic, Enzo! If I don't throw a fit after having my house raided, Dante will know something is wrong!-I rolled my eyes, typing back. -Keep it up then. It's better for all of us if Marco is distracted trying to baby you-Laurent sent another text back immediately.-I hope you know what you're doing, Lorenzo. Just make sure Liam and Steph stay safe-I read the message, scoffed in irritation, and didn't bother replying. I tossed the phone onto my nightstand, kicked off my shoes, and threw myself onto the bed, staring up at the dark ceiling.That night, I could
I stared at Marco, the silence between us heavy enough to crush diamond into powder. But I didn't explode. I didn't even growl. I just sat there, feeling the cold weight of his words sink in."My fault?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, devoid of its usual predatory edge. "How is it my fault tha
~ Dante's POV ~Before I could even process the movement of my body, I lunged forward, my fist connecting with Antonio’s jaw with a sickening crack. The force sent him flying, before his body slammed into the cold hard hospital floor. Blood bloomed instantly from his split lip, staining the tiles
I thought I had seen the worst life could throw at me. I genuinely thought I had. I thought the pain of abandonment and the horror of my sister’s death were the peak of human suffering. When I took that man’s gloved hand, after he had given me the power to exact my revenge, I wholeheartedly believe
The days that followed were a blur. I had enough of staying put so I decided to start work but Dante decided to be all freaky about it. I clamped both hands over my cheeks which were hot and red with a blush as I remembered how he straddled me on his office desk. Gosh I was so shameless, my whiny







