LOGINElena Russo lost the one person who meant the world to her brother, and ever since then; she was deeply fueled by the strong urge for revenge on the family that murdered him. She dedicated her life to this cause as an understated waitress by day and a renowned genius hacker in the Mafia underworld by night. All her efforts to track down the Moretti family were useless. Everyone knew who they were, yet no one knew them. What happens when Elena decides to loosen up on a certain night and recklessly has a one-night stand with the same man she had been searching for all her life-Luca Moretti? And when she finds herself falling deeply for this same person, and facing a shocking revelation that all she had believed for years was nothing but a lie, what happens next? Why don't you find out?
View MoreSAMANTHA The room is quiet, painted in the soft gold of dawn. The curtains let in just enough light to touch everything gently, including Davon’s sleeping face. He lies on his back, one arm over his chest, the other resting beside him. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones look softer now, his lashes dark against his skin.For a moment, I just watch him. He looks calm, nothing like the intense, commanding man he becomes when he’s awake. But when my eyes drift lower, over the strong muscles of his chest, the ridges of his stomach, and finally the shape under the sheets, my breath catches. Warmth spreads through me, slow and deep.Carefully, I slip out from beneath the blanket, letting it fall around my waist. The cool air kisses my skin as I move closer. He doesn’t stir when I lean over and press a soft kiss to his chest. His skin is warm beneath my lips, and I trace a line downward, teasing lightly.“Sam…” His voice is rough and sleepy, low enough to make me shiver, but his eyes
SAMANTHA I let out a soft whimper, my head falling against his shoulder as Davon lowers us onto the bed. The moment feels electric, the air thick with anticipation, our hearts beating in synchronicity as though the world around us fades. His body stays pressed against mine, every inch igniting a spark, sending warmth coursing through me. As I tighten my legs around his waist, I can feel the slow, steady rhythm of his movements, each one deliberate and unhurried, like he’s savoring every detail of me.“You feel that?” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “How perfectly you fit with me? It’s like we were made for this, made for each other.” “Yes,” I breathe, my voice catching in my throat as the tension coils tighter within me, a pulsating energy building with his every thrust. “Davon, I—”“Say it,” he interrupts gently but with an unmistakable strength in his tone, the commanding undertone wrapping around my senses. “Say you’re mine.”“I’m you
SAMANTHA His hands are everywhere, rough and warm and certain as he pulls me up from the bed, his mouth finding mine with an urgency that steals my breath. The kiss is wild, desperate, full of heat and longing, his teeth brushing my bottom lip before his tongue claims me, deep and demanding. I can hardly breathe before he turns me around, pressing my back against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.The contrast makes me shiver, the cold glass against my skin, his body burning against mine. He moves closer until there’s no space left between us, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifts me with ease. My legs wrap around his waist, and I can feel him, every heartbeat, every breath, every ounce of restrained hunger.“You remember this?” he murmurs, his voice rough against my ear. “The first time I touched you like this? The way you asked for more?”“Yes,” I whisper, my fingers clutching his shoulders as he presses against me, teasing me until I can barely stand it. “Davon, ple
DAVON “Not yet,” I say, my eyes scanning the wreckage around us. “We send a message. Every Griss loyalist left alive will understand what happens when they come for my family.”Brad nods, his expression dark and resolute. “Consider it done.”I turn, and there she is. Samantha, standing in the doorway. Her face is pale but steady, her eyes meeting mine without fear. For a moment, everything else fades—the smoke, the shouting, the blood. It’s just her.She steps forward, holding her chin high. “What now?”“Now,” I say, taking her hand and pulling her close, “we rebuild.”Her gaze searches mine, soft but determined. “Together?”“Always,” I promise, and the words feel like a vow that reaches deeper than the chaos we’ve survived.Samantha stands beside me as we face our men. Her hand is warm in mine, her presence strong and calm. She’s no longer just my wife. She’s the Rancho queen.The silence after war feels heavier than the noise of battle. Bodies cover the estate grounds, both Griss a
SAMANTHAThe sounds Davon makes are low and rough, and they send shivers through me, heat spreading deep in my body until I can hardly breathe. The way his voice breaks when he moans makes me feel powerful, like I have his whole control in my hands. I move in rhythm with him, my touch and movements
DAVON Her body trembles beneath me, her breathing quick and uneven, her skin warm and damp against mine. I’m still inside her, holding her close, both of us caught in the fading waves of what we just shared. For a moment, it feels like the world has stopped. But then she moves, her hips shifting s
SAMANTHAThe bell above the bakery door has barely stopped ringing when Davon strides in behind me. My heart sinks and leaps at the same time. Part of me wishes he would turn around and walk out, yet another part of me aches at the thought of him actually doing it.Davon Rancho has always been a my
DAVON Leo runs into the bakery with a proud grin stretched across his small face, holding a plate with a tiny cake balanced carefully in his hands. The frosting is uneven, the decorations crooked, but his excitement fills the room like sunlight through a window.“Look!” he says, setting the plate
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