He lifts a hand. Instantly, my body betrays me. I stumble toward him, helpless, and collapse into his arms—shaking. From fear… and a sick twist of relief. “I leave you in the hands of my men, and you still disobey me,” his voice rumbles against my hair—granite and fire. I should cower. But I don
I hit the street, uncaring about the curious glance coming from passerby’s. “Hey you!!! Come back here this instant!” That shout comes from behind me. Lucky me—a small blue taxi pulls up just ahead. “Please! Stop, please!” I wave frantically. I don’t wait for him to respond. I yank the back doo
“Don Rafaele, bella. Call him Don Rafaele. Damn you’re so stubborn.” he mutters in exhaustion. I don’t say anything as I just walk over to the bed and start eating. I hear him sigh and clear his throat. “He’s not around at this time,” Marco says, and then—he surprises me. I blink as he walks to th
~~AURELIA~~ I stare at the crumpled paper in my hand, standing near the sealed window in my room. The words are ones I don’t fully understand, but thanks to Gladis, I know what they mean now. Somehow, I managed to hide the note in the changing room at Rafaele’s club—and sneak it back here. It’s b
“Master,” I breathe. “I know you want to punish me for shooting you—” I stop mid-sentence as his face dips into the curve of my neck totally ignoring me. My stomach tightens. He can’t bite me here, can he? The door’s wide open— I glance past him and freeze. The door’s shut. He closes the dis
Around those men are a few of the women who practice upstairs with me and Gladis. They’re twirling around the players, completely naked. running fingers across their chests, rubbing against them like it’s either consolation for the money they just lost—or a way to tempt them to bet more. “Come on,