Se connecterGianna's POVLater that evening, Dante and I were back in our room, standing on the balcony. The sun was beginning to set, casting everything in shades of gold and amber.He stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, and I relaxed against his chest, looking out over the beautiful estate and the trees beyond.It was peaceful and perfect.But my mind would not stop racing."So," I began casually, trying to keep my tone light. "What did you and your uncle talk about?"I felt Dante stiffen slightly behind me, though his arms did not loosen their hold."I guessed it was about me," I continued when he did not immediately answer. "He does not trust me, does he?"Dante sighed, his breath warm against my hair. "He can be difficult.""I understand," I replied, and I meant it. "He is looking out for you. I do not blame him for being cautious.""Gianna..."I turned in his arms so I could look up at him. "It is okay, Dante. Really. I get it."But Dante's expression was serious. He cupped m
Dante's POV"He would not get the chance," I countered firmly. "But even if he did, it would not matter. Gianna chose us over Lorenzo the moment she married me. She understands what that means."Cesare studied me for another long moment. "You are absolutely certain? Because if you are wrong, if she betrays us to Lorenzo, it will not just be your life at stake. It will be all of Arielle and everyone who works for you."The mention of my daughter's name made my chest tighten. I would never knowingly put Arielle at risk. Never. She was everything to me, my light, my reason for continuing when the darkness threatened to swallow me whole.But Gianna...I thought about the way she had looked at me when she declared how much she loved me, the fire burning in her eyes as she promised me her loyalty. Maybe it was foolish. Maybe it was a reckless decision. But with every part of me, I believed her.Lorenzo could manipulate all he wanted. He could play on blood, on guilt, on fear. But what he co
Dante's POV After lunch, I excused myself from the living area, catching Cesare's meaningful glance. I already knew what he wanted to discuss. I found Gianna and Vera deep in conversation, laughing about something I had missed. The sight stirred an unexpected warmth in my chest. "Gianna, pretty doll," I said, brushing my hand across her shoulder. "I need to speak with my uncle for a moment." She looked up at me, those beautiful eyes searching mine. "Of course." I could see the hint of uncertainty there, the slight tension in her shoulders. She knew what this conversation would be about. I followed my uncle into his study, the heavy door shutting behind us. Cesare moved to the bar cart without a word, pouring two fingers of whiskey into crystal glasses. He handed me one, then settled into the chair behind his desk with a low chuckle. "Never thought I would see the day." He shook his head as he took a sip of his drink. "Dante DeLuca turned into a lovesick puppy. So soon, too."
Anna'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 POV My fingers obeyed before I could think. I rolled the tight peaks between thumb and finger, pinching and pulling, harder each time. A moan threatened to break free, but I bit my lower lip to hold it back. He reached out, fingers gripping my chin until I had no choice but to look up a
Dante’s POVHer hand was wrapped around me, stroking slowly and clumsily, but sweet enough to make my cock ache. My cock twitched in her grip, swelling harder with every pass of her palm. For a second I thought I was still dreaming, but no.... the touch was too real. Heat. Skin. Her scent.I cracke
Gia’s POV Bruno walked into the dining room mid-bite, and honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear he looked like a big, scary man suddenly made harmless. He wore an almost dorky smile, eyes bouncing between Dante and me as though he had stepped into forbidden territory. He leaned down and w
Gianna’s POV I walked the length of the room for what felt like the hundredth time, fury rolling through me. Dante DeLuca, with all his arrogance, had actually ordered me to my room at breakfast, like he was the principal and I was the disobedient student. What angered me most was that I had to ag







