로그인Dante'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 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 POVSunlight filtered through the curtains, warm and bright against my closed eyelids. I stirred, every muscle in my body protesting the movement.God, I was sore.Not just sore, aching, deliciously exhausted in ways I’d never experienced before. My thighs trembled as I stretched, and heat
Dante's POV I sat in my study, a half-empty glass of scotch in my hand, watching the amber liquid swirl as if the motion could drown out her voice in my head. But it didn’t. Her words kept echoing, haunting me. I've started to care about you. Was it true? Or was it just another game? Another wel
Dante's POV “Relax,” I murmured against her ear, my lips grazing the damp skin there. “I’m not going to hurt you.” “Not again, you mean.” “Not again,” I agreed, though the words came out heavier than I intended. She shut her eyes, and I could see her beginning to enjoy it, her breathing evening
Dante's POV My control was hanging by a thread, one that shrank with every small gasp escaping her lips, every arch of her body into my touch. Unable to resist any longer, my free hand moved up, abandoning the cloth to trace the curve of her jaw with my fingertips. Her skin was hot and silk-soft.







