LOGINI practically sprinted back to my room, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. Once the latch was secure, I checked every corner, the dresser, the light fixtures, and the ventilation. I was ensuring I was out of the line of sight of any hidden eyes. When I saw I was completely alone, I pulled my burner phone from my pocket again. My fingers trembled as I pressed the call button to return Emily's call. She picked up immediately."Liam? Is that you?" Emily’s voice was urgent, cutting through the silence of the room. "Are you alright? You haven't checked in for forty eight hours.""I’m fine," I whispered, my voice thick. "I had to be careful. You know the house is… it’s not safe to be talking with you every time."She sighed, "I know that, but the higher ups are getting impatient, Liam," she snapped, her tone fraying at the edges. "They think you’re losing your nerve and there's talk about sending another team to replace you in the field. They want the files, and they want them yest
I looked at Dante, really looked at him, and the chilling admission of his numbness didn't repel me, it broke my heart. Seeing how vulnerable he is, how he's hurting…I couldn't imagine how painful it must have been to live as a Giordano all those years, the kind of life that made him into what he was today, and now…looking at his face only broke my heart. The monster I had been sent to destroy was just a patchwork of scars and childhood trauma, a man who had been hollowed out by the very person who was supposed to protect him. “I don't see a broken toy.” I whispered. “I only see a man who had survived a war no one else could have endured.”I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "I accept all of it, Dante. Every scar, every piece of missing bone, every bit of damage. I don't care about the rest of the world. I accept you."Dante went still, then let out a low, trembling breath, sinking into my hold as if he were finally putting down a weight he’d carried for decades.
What the hell just happened? Everything was so sweet a moment ago, now it's all awkward and quiet and I'm looking at this man like I was some criminal who had just done the craziest shit. It was just a sock, I didn't expect him to act so strongly. I just sat frozen, my heart thumping against my ribs, staring at Dante who was now cowering behind a pair of cotton socks."I’m sorry," I whispered, the words tasting bitter. "I didn't mean to cross a line, Dante. I just… it was so strange…” I gestured, desperately trying to find the right words, but when I looked at him, he looked so shaken.“Dante, you're shivering." I reached out but paused midair, unsure whether I should touch him or not. "It’s fine," he replied, his voice strained and unnaturally flat. He wouldn't look at me. He was staring at the wall, his jaw set so tightly I thought his teeth might crack."It’s not fine," I insisted, as I was feeling nothing but frustration at whatever the hell this was about. "I apologized but I s
I couldn't see anything, but I could feel every damn thing. Every sound Dante made, the slide of his clothes, the soft rasp of his breath as he tears the condom, the metallic clink of the jewelry he wore all seemed to amplify, echoing inside my skull. My pulse was drumming in my ears, and all I could do was wait for his touch. It was like sweet torture. “Relax, I'll make you feel good.” He had said and he didn't lie. His fingers ghosted over my hip as he raised my legs higher and spread my ass cheeks, his hands caressing the ink of my thigh tattoo, making my core pulse with a desperate heat.The next sensation I felt made me almost lose my mind. I felt his wet tongue on my hole. “Shit ..fuck.. fuck…” I struggled against the bind but he held my waist in place. I was groaning, moaning, cussing and going crazy all at once, his tongue delving deep inside of me, curling and stroking my walls until my body starts trembling and my balls draw up tight. I was leaking terribly now and sta
I swallowed hard as I stared at him. Real sex? I sat there frozen for a heartbeat, my pulse drumming. Truth be told, I had been anticipating this for weeks…craving it, even, of course I wanted to have sex with him too. I've been dreaming about it every night he sleeps next to me. But now that the threshold was crossed, the old fear clawed at my throat. Yet, beneath the terror and the stinging needle of my own guilt, a strange, dark resolve settled in my chest. If I was going to be his betrayal, I should at least give him everything I had first. This could be my final offering, a secret penance before the inevitable collapse of whatever this relationship between us was. I leaned closer on the desk, finally meeting his eyes. "Take me Dante Giordano," I whispered, the words barely a breath. "Take all of me."His eyes sparkled a bright light that seemed to promise both destruction and salvation. A kind of salvation that would either leave me begging for more or wrecked. Or maybe both.
I knew Dante's routine like the back of my palms, so I knew for sure that he would be in his study. Since he said we went out to sort some stuff, then he must be looking through his files. So I decided to get him honey water from the kitchen to calm his nerves a bit. On my way up the stairs, I kept thinking about my conversation with Laurent. He was right to be worried, considering the kind of men Marco and Dante were, I myself I am very worried too. But if like what Laurent said, they are trying to turn legal, do I still need to take them down?“Get your head in the game.” I hissed. Even if they do turn legal businessmen and leave the dark world behind, that doesn't change the fact that they had gotten their hands dirty. What about the innocent lives they have destroyed? Even if I have these feelings for Dante, I shouldn't let it cloud my morals. “I shouldn't!” I shook my head then I took a deep breath as I stared at his office door. I pushed the door open and Dante was seated be
Eve rolled her eyes in annoyance, then she reached down, her grip firm and surprisingly gentle as she hauled me to my feet. "Stop groveling, Zayn. It’s pathetic to see,” she scoffed. “Your wrist is turning a nasty shade of purple, and you’re clearly not dancing another set tonight so go home.”“Ev
He chuckles as he looks at me. “Fucking cute!” He bites my earlobes then sucks on it as he keeps fucking my fist. But I wasn't kidding. Yeah sure! I should find it disgusting having a guy's dick in my mouth. Probably me from last week will punch the me now that's considering it.You know what? Fu
The apartment was quiet, the only sound, the hum of the old refrigerator that seemed like it was fighting for its life and the rustle of medical tape.I sat on the edge of his sofa, my large frame making the furniture groan, while Zayn knelt between my legs. He was meticulous, his brow furrowed in
I sat there, paralyzed on that rickety kitchen stool, while the world narrowed down to the space between my face and his. Zayn was so close I could see the golden flecks in his emerald eyes, the tiny dampness on his lower lip, and the absolute, terrifying lack of fear in his expression. He knew he







