FAZER LOGINGianna's POV I was still wrapped in my towel, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, when a soft knock sounded at the door. "Come in," I called, expecting Dante. Instead, Vera swept into the room, her face bright with excitement. "Good morning, dear! I hope I'm not disturbing you, but are you ready for our day out? I've been looking forward to this since I mentioned it last night!" Right. She had mentioned something about spending time together, showing me around Monaco. In the chaos of last night's tension with Dante, I'd almost forgotten. "Oh, yes," I said, forcing a smile. "Just give me a few minutes to get ready." I hesitated, then added, "Would it be okay if Mira came along? She's here with Bruno, and I..." "Already taken care of!" Vera waved her hand dismissively, her rings catching the light. "Your friend is already downstairs waiting. I couldn't possibly leave her behind while we're out having fun. The more, the merrier!" Relief washed over me. "Thank you. R
GIANNA'S POV I stepped away from him, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. This wasn't like the first night, when I'd stripped for him in terror, my hands shaking, tears streaming down my face as I stood before his room. When I'd been nothing but a possession he'd bought. Now, I wanted this. I wanted him watching me as I drove him just as crazy as he drove me. Every nerve ending was alive. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my skin like a physical touch, and it made me ache in every sensitive place. I turned to face the mirror, meeting his eyes in the reflection. He'd moved back, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching me with that intensity that made my knees weak and my core clench with need. My hands trembled slightly as I let the dress slip from my shoulders. The silk stopped at my hips. I pushed it lower, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me standing in nothing but the black lace underwear I'd worn beneath. My skin flushed under his gaz
Anna's POV"Innocent." Caesar rolled the word around like he was tasting it. "And that was enough? To make you forget everything?""I didn't forget." Dante's voice went hard, dangerous. "I'll never forget what Lorenzo took from me. But killing Gianna wouldn't bring anyone back. It would just create another victim. Another life destroyed by that bastard's actions."The staff returned with the first course, and for a moment the interruption felt like a break, but I knew Caesar still had more to say.He watched as the plates were set and more wine poured. Then he picked up his fork, a faint smile still on his lips."Eat, eat." He gestured to the food. "Vera's chef has outdone himself tonight."We ate in tense silence for a few moments. The food was exquisite, but I could barely taste it. Dante's hand stayed on my thigh under the table, his thumb tracing small circles. It was meant to comfort, I suspected, but it only reminded me how fragile our situation was."You know," Caesar said sudd
Gianna's POV"What kind of difficult questions?""About why I chose you." His brows furrowed. "About what you did to make me forget my revenge. And whether we're planning a family."My heart rate spiked. "Dante...""He absolutely will push." Dante's grip on my hand tightened, possessive and protective all at once. "Caesar has no boundaries when it comes to family business. Just deflect if you can, or let me handle it."We started walking toward the dining room, his hand never leaving mine. With each step, I felt him shift, his posture straightening and his expression softening into contentment.The transformation was so complete it made my chest ache.When we reached the doors, he paused and turned to face me. His free hand came up to cup my cheek, and his eyes searched mine with an intensity that made me hold my breath."Remember," his voice dropped to that intimate tone that made my knees weak. "We're madly in love."Then he leaned in, and for one wild, heart-stopping moment I thoug
Gianna's POV I twisted my arm behind my back, fingers fumbling with the zipper of the black silk dress. It had looked so elegant inside my box, but now I was beginning to regret the choice. The zipper was stuck halfway up my back, and no matter how I contorted myself, I couldn't get it to budge. "Damn it," I muttered, tugging harder. "Need help?" I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. I hadn't heard him enter the bathroom. Dante stood in the doorway, already dressed in a dark suit that made him look every bit the dangerous man I'd married. His eyes met mine in the mirror, and the intensity in his gaze made my breath catch. "I..." My voice came out smaller than I intended. "The zipper's stuck." He moved toward me, and I felt the shift in the air. I felt him before he even touched me. My body went taut, hyperaware of every step he took, every breath he drew. "May I?" I nodded, not trusting my voice. My eyes slipped closed as his fingers found the zipper, warm against my ba
Dante's POVGianna’s face filled my mind, her beauty, her smile, the passionate kiss we shared when, for a moment, I feared it would be our last. My wife had a pure heart, and even though she had promised to hand her father over to me, I wasn’t completely certain she would when the moment came. There was always the chance Lorenzo could manipulate her, twist her feelings, or make her forgive him, and I couldn’t risk leaving her caught in the middle.Leaving her out of it was for the best. I didn’t want anything increasing the friction between us."No," I said finally. "She doesn't need to know. Not yet.""She's aware you plan to kill him, right?" Caesar tilted his head.I nodded. "She knows. That was the deal. She helps me find Lorenzo, I marry her and give her protection.""And now?" He spread his hands. "You're just going to handle it without her?"I leaned forward again, resting my elbows on my knees. "This way is safer. I don't need her involved. Lorenzo is dangerous. He could hurt
Gia’s POV Just for a second, I saw a trace of desperation in Dante's face. It almost made him look human, but I knew better. Whatever he wanted from me, I wasn’t giving it. This man had to be insane if he thought I’d willingly be used as bait to lure my father out. Even if my father was alive, I
Dante’s POVI circled her slowly, like a captor reminding his captive there was no escape. She stood in the middle of the room, completely open to me, and I couldn’t look away. Every curve, every line on her body, was utterly exquisite.My eyes dragged over her, inch by inch, greedily consuming the
Gia’s POV“Gia? You’ve been in there for over thirty minutes. Is everything alright?”Grace’s voice filtered through the bathroom door, snapping me out of the thoughts swirling in my head.I rose from the water quickly, my thighs clenching, trying to suppress the ache stirred by the vivid flashes o
Dante's POVGia was reluctant, I saw the war in her head. But slowly she lay back... and opened her legs shyly for me, like she was ashamed of the act.My gaze dropped.And fuck me... she was perfect.Her core was bare and smooth, and the way her clit peeked out subtly, already puffed up like it ne







