LOGIN60. TianaA few days had settled into something that almost felt like a rhythm.Mornings began with Roman already awake, coffee waiting, the villa quiet around us. We ate together. Sometimes we talked; sometimes the silence was comfortable enough that words were unnecessary. He left for the company mid-morning. I stayed behind. I would be reading, walking the gardens or answering only the messages I chose to answer. Life was easy and I was happy for the first time in a long time.In the evenings he came home, and the night belonged to us. The anger from the first day had not vanished completely, but it had softened into something I could carry without it burning everything down.I had started to believe the quiet could last. I hoped it would for my sake. I hoped that i wouldn't have to go back to the hell i called homeThat morning I decided to surprise him. Love was all about effort, isn't it,I made lunch myself. It was simple things he liked, packed carefully in a small cooler bag,
59. RomanThe anger that rose in me was cold and precise. I had spent years watching Genova treat her as an afterthought. I would not watch her mother do the same while she was under my roof. The planning started immediately. It was quiet and methodical. I would need to know exactly how far the mother was willing to go. I would need leverage. And if leverage was not enough, I would need to make the consequences of touching Tiana so severe that the woman never tried again.I did not tell Tiana any of that yet. She had enough weight on her for one day.Instead I reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You’re staying here. She doesn’t get to summon you like a child. And she doesn’t get to threaten you while you’re with me.”Something in her expression eased a fraction. She leaned forward until her forehead rested against mine. “You make it sound simple.”“It is simple.” I cupped the back of her neck. “You’re mine to protect now. That includes from her.”The rest of the af
58. RomanI woke before her.Tiana lay on her side facing away from me, the sheet twisted low around her hips. Morning light filtered through the wide bedroom windows and painted soft gold across her bare back. I watched the slow rise and fall of her breathing for a long time. My hand rested on the curve of her waist, thumb moving in small, unconscious strokes over her skin. The possessiveness that had lived under my ribs for years sat heavier this morning. She was here, in my bed, in my house, smelling of my soap and the sex we had shared the night before. Part of me still could not believe it.Guilt sat beside the possessiveness. I had forced the confrontation with Genova without giving her the chance to prepare. I had watched the shock and anger flash across her face when I revealed the footage and claimed her openly. She had every right to be furious. I was not sorry for ending the lies, but the way I had done it still scraped at me. I had taken the choice out of her hands because
57. TianaHe hummed against me and the vibration sent another pulse of heat through my core. Two fingers slid inside, curling, stroking that spot that made my vision blur. He kept the same steady pace until the orgasm rolled through me, deep and full-bodied. I came with a broken cry, walls clenching around his fingers, hips moving helplessly against his mouth.He stayed with me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks faded. Only when I went limp did he crawl back up my body and kiss me. I tasted myself on his tongue.Roman settled between my thighs. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, slick and hot. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. We both exhaled. The stretch felt different this time, deeper, more complete. He held still, forehead against mine, giving me time to adjust.“Okay?” he asked.I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Move.” I said with a groan that told him what I wanted.He did. He moves with long, measured t
56. TianaThe villa was quiet except for the sound of our breathing.I lay half on top of Roman on the wide living-room sofa, skin still damp with sweat, the slow throb between my legs a reminder of how hard I had just come around him. His cock had softened inside me but he had not pulled out yet. One of his hands rested heavily on the small of my back; the other stroked lazy circles over my bare ass. The anger that had burned so hot only minutes earlier had not disappeared. It sat lower now, quieter, mixed with a reluctant softness I did not fully trust.I kept my face turned into the side of his neck so I would not have to look at him.“You’re still mad,” he said. His voice was low, rough from the sex.“Yes.”“Good.” His fingers trailed higher, tracing the line of my spine. “Stay mad. Just don’t run. Stay with me.”I pushed myself up enough to look at him. His dark eyes were steady, almost calm, but there was still a hard edge underneath. The same edge that had made him walk into Ge
55. MaraThe heat under my skin turned molten. My pulse hammered in my ears. Every frustrated, neglected, humiliated feeling from the past three years seemed to pour into this single moment. Genova’s affairs. The open relationship he had demanded. The nights I had waited. The morning I found the scent of another woman on my husband’s skin while he talked about making things right. And Roman, standing there calm and unyielding, claiming he had done it for both of us.“I hate that you did this,” I whispered, the words raw.“I know.”“I hate that you’re right about some of it.”“I know that too.”My hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt. The anger had nowhere left to go except toward him. I surged up onto my toes and kissed him hard, angry, bruising and all teeth and frustration. He made a low sound in his throat and kissed me back with equal force. His hands released my wrists only to slide into my hair, gripping tightly, tilting my head so he could deepen the kiss.There was nothing
After cursing Roman endlessly in my mind and finishing my coffee, I headed to my home studio.It was the only space in this apartment that felt entirely mine.There was no sight of a cheating husband or a teasing brother -in-law.It was the only place that I sought solace. Today, the solace I soug
Genova didn't return home for the night.That's the first thing I realised when I opened my eyes.Was he scared of facing me? In the past, no matter what, he would still come back home after spending time with his mistress.Was it because he realized that I was aware of his actions?I didn't care a
Tiana POV "Please…" I was whimpering, my whole body a trembling mess.I have always been a prideful person but at that moment, I didn't give a fuck about pride. I wanted to cum. I wanted to let go of that sensation so badly."Roman please just let me come…" I pleaded shamelessly."No." He declared
Tiana POV Roman crossed the room slowly.It was the kind of walk of a man who had already decided how this night ended and wasn't bothered about taking his time getting there.He stopped in front of me, his eyes glued to that glistening organ and my fingers still moving slowly against the folds.S







