LOGINAnna's POVAn hour later, we were finally dressed. I wore a soft cream dress, and Dante had chosen dark slacks and a fitted black shirt that hugged his muscled frame perfectly.My hair was still damp, curling wildly around my shoulders, but I had given up trying to tame it."Hungry?" Dante asked, his hand finding the small of my back as we headed toward the door."Starving," I admitted. "I think we burned about a million calories last night."He smirked. "At least. Come on, let's feed you before you fade away."We made our way downstairs, his hand never leaving me.My legs still felt shaky, my body deliciously sore in places I had never been sore before.Dante kept his hand on the small of my back, guiding me with that protective touch I was growing addicted to.As we entered the dining room, Vera looked up from where she sat at the table, a knowing smile already playing on her lips."Well, well," she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "We thought you both wouldn't come dow
Gianna's POVDante's eyes snapped open, pinning me with a look so intense, so heated, I almost forgot to breathe. "Keep talking like that and I'll forget all about you being sore.""Promises, promises." I pumped him faster, my other hand moving to cup his balls, rolling them gently in my palm. They were heavy and tight. "Besides, you made me wait last night, remember? Made me beg and plead and sob for release.""Gianna…" His voice was strained, his hips starting to move, thrusting up into my hand."You edged me over and over," I continued, my voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Brought me right to the brink and then pulled back. Made me so desperate I would have done anything, said anything, just to come.""If you don't stop…""What?" I leaned closer, my breath hot against his ear. My breasts brushed against his arm. "What will you do? Punish me? Make me beg?" I nipped at his earlobe. "I seem to remember enjoying that last night."His hand shot out, tangling in my wet hair and yanking m
Anna's POVThe bathroom was massive, all gleaming marble expensive flooring and fixtures. The sunken tub could easily fit four people. Dante set me down gently on the edge while he turned on the water, testing the temperature with his hand."Not too hot," he murmured, adjusting the taps with careful precision. "Don't want to irritate anything."I watched him move around the bathroom with confident efficiency, adding expensive bath salts that smelled like lavender and vanilla.Adjusting the water temperature repeatedly. Laying out fluffy white towels.This version of Dante, attentive and caring, focused entirely on my comfort, made my heart ache in the best way."What are you thinking about?" he asked, catching me staring."You," I admitted. "How you can be so many different things. Last night you were demanding, possessive, rough in the best way. And now..."I gestured at the bath. "Now you're being so gentle. So caring. It's kind of fascinating.""I'm whatever you need me to be," he
Gianna's POVHeat crept up my neck. Talking about it in detail felt different than experiencing it, more vulnerable and exposed."Dante... I..."My voice came out smaller than I intended."Don't get shy on me now," he murmured, his fingers pressing more firmly against me, making my hips buck involuntarily. "I need to know. I need to hear it, so I can do it much better next time.""You made me feel..." I swallowed hard, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. "Worshipped. Like my pleasure was the only thing that mattered to you in that moment."His fingers stilled for just a second before resuming their torturous rhythm with more purpose."It was," his voice rough with desire. "Your pleasure is always my priority. Always.""And when you..." My breath hitched as his fingers found my clit through the fabric, circling it with perfect pressure. "When you talked to me during... when you told me how good I felt, how tight I was, how perfect...""You liked that," he said, and it wasn't a quest
Gianna's POVA shiver ran through me, a mix of both fear and arousal."I get it. No more jokes about other guys.”"Good girl." He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.I couldn't help it. I chuckled, the sound slightly breathless from the way he was holding me."You still think all of this is funny?""A little," I admitted, my smirk widening. "You're super jealous. Even after last night. Even after you literally shot Mateo for me."My amusement faded slightly as reality crashed back in. The gunshot and blood. Dante’s cold fury as he defended my honor without hesitation, even if it meant blowing the deal with Roberto and ruining his chance of finally capturing my father. It was surreal and also terrifying.I shifted in his arms. "Speaking of which, that was adorable in a completely insane, caveman kind of way. But Dante, you can't just shoot people because they say things that piss you off, even if it's about me."I reached up to cup his jaw, holding his gaze. "You need to con
Gianna's POVMorning light slipped through the curtains, spilling across the room and pulling me awake.I felt him before I fully woke, his large body wrapped around mine, his arm heavy and possessive across my waist, his breath warm against my neck.His hand moved first, trailing up my arm in a slow, lazy caress.Then his fingers threaded through my wild curls, pushing them aside so he could press his face into the crook of my neck.I felt him inhale deeply, breathing me in like I was oxygen itself."Good morning, pretty doll."A sleepy smile tugged at my lips. "Good morning, husband."The word husband seemed to ignite something in him.His arm tightened around my waist, and suddenly he was pulling me deeper against him, molding my body to his like he could not bear even an inch of space between us."You're so beautiful in the morning," he murmured against my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "Hair wild, skin flushed, wearing nothing but my scent and these marks I lef
Gianna's POVMy breath hitched. "What?""Do you dream of me touching you?" His hands moved lower, trailing down my stomach, his fingers splaying possessively over my skin. "Like this?"No. I could not admit that. Could not give him that power. "No."He chuckled darkly against my neck, the sound mak
Dante's POV Because you matter to me more than you should. Because the thought of losing you makes me want to burn the world down. Because I would bleed a thousand times before I let anything happen to you.But I could not say any of that. Not yet. Not when she was still looking at me like I was t
Gianna's POV"My turn," I purred, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.I pressed my fingers against his shoulders, pushing lightly. He raised an eyebrow but turned, letting me guide him until his back hit the glass wall.I rose onto my toes. My body pressed lightly to his as I leaned in.
Gianna's POV"Pretty doll," he groaned, his hips jerking forward without control. "Both. Either. Fuck, I don’t care, just don’t stop."I started slowly, learning the weight and feel of him in my hand. His cock was thick and long and hard, and I watched his face as I stroked, memorizing what made hi



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