LOGINGianna's POV We broke apart, both breathing hard. Dante's entire body went rigid with frustration. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, then louder, "Not now, Marco." But it was too late. An older couple was already approaching from the villa, both beaming with genuine joy. The man was much older, with grey hair and warm brown eyes. The woman beside him was petite, with kind features and graying hair as well, pulled back in a neat bun. "Mr. DeLuca!" the man called again, his Italian accent obvious. "We couldn't believe it when you called! It's been what, three years? Four?" "Five." Dante's hand possessively gripped my waist. "Marco. Lucia. Thank you for preparing everything." Lucia's eyes were already locked on me, widening with surprise and what looked like delight. "And who is this beautiful girl?" I leaned closer to Dante, my lips brushing his ear, my voice just loud enough for him to hear. "Your staff?" "Caretakers," he murmured back, his breath warm against my
Gianna's POV Then he pushed two fingers inside me in one smooth thrust, and I screamed. "Fuck!" The word tore from my throat, loud and desperate through the headset. My back arched off the seat, my hips jerking forward to take him deeper. "Oh Yes," he breathed, his voice strained. "You're so tight. I can feel you clenching around my fingers." He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, and my nails dug into the leather seat. His fingers were thick, stretching me, filling me, and when he curled them inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision go white, I couldn't hold back the moan that ripped from my chest. "Dante, oh God, please..." "Please what?" His thumb found my clit while his fingers pumped inside me, and the dual sensation made my thighs shake. "Tell me what you need." "More, I need, fuck..." I couldn't form coherent words anymore. Could only feel the relentless thrust of his fingers, the way his thumb circled my clit with perfect, maddening pressure. "Look at you,
Gianna's POV I fumbled with the headset as the rotors above us began to spin. The noise was incredible, vibrating through my entire body. Dante's hands moved over the controls with expert ease, confident and completely in command. He pressed a button on the headset. "Tower, this is De Luca. Requesting clearance for departure." A sound came through the headset, followed by a response granting permission. Dante acknowledged it with a brief nod before returning his attention to the controls. It was absurdly attractive. Then we were lifting off the ground, the helicopter rising smoothly into the air. Chills shot through me, and I grabbed the edge of my seat, my knuckles white as Monaco spread out below us. "You okay?" Dante's voice came through the headset, warm and amused. "Fine," I replied quickly, trying to sound braver than I felt. But my grip on the seat did not loosen, and my breathing was shallow. "Gianna." His voice was softer now. "Look at me." I turned my he
Gianna's POV"All right, Gianna, everything looks perfect." Dr. Reeves set down her tablet and smiled warmly across the desk. "Your physicals came back excellent. Blood work, vitals, everything. You're healthy and good to go."I exhaled, releasing some tension I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "That's a relief.""So let's talk about what brought you in today." Dr. Reeves leaned back in her chair, relaxed and unhurried. "Vera mentioned you wanted to discuss contraceptive options?""Yes." I folded my hands in my lap. "I'm married, but I want to finish school first. I'm not ready for... I mean, eventually, yes, but not right now.""That's completely reasonable. You're what, twenty?""Twenty-two.""Plenty of time." Dr. Reeves pulled something up on her screen. "Let's go through your options. Since you mentioned wanting something noninvasive, we can focus on those. The pill is the most common. You take it daily, at the same time every day. It's very effective if you're consistent.""What
Gianna's POV Dante settled between my thighs, his weight supported on his forearms. Instead of pushing inside, he gripped himself at the base, dragging the thick head through my folds. I gasped at the sensation, my hips jerking upward. "Patience," he murmured, repeating the motion. The blunt tip grazed my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me, then slid lower to circle my entrance. "Let me get you ready." "I am ready," I protested, but my voice came out breathy and desperate. "Not quite," he said, gathering the wetness pooled at my entrance and using it to coat his length. He stroked himself slowly, spreading my arousal along every inch. "You're still swollen from last night. I need to make sure you can take me." The sight of him touching himself, slick against my core, made more wetness seep out of me. He continued the torturous glide, the head parting my folds, teasing my entrance before sliding up to bump against my sensitive clit. "Dante," I whimpered. "Please..." "
Gianna's POV Dante carried me back into the room. He laid me down on the bed with surprising gentleness, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm going to make you forget your own name," he rasped, his voice rough with promise. The intensity in his gaze made my breath hitch. It was hungry and possessive. "That's a bold claim." "Is it?" He smirked, that devastatingly wicked smile that made my stomach flip. "We'll see if you're still talking back in ten minutes, pretty doll." "Ten minutes?" I raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain some composure even as heat flooded through me. "Someone's confident." "Five, then," he growled, climbing onto the bed and caging me beneath him. "Since you want to be a smartass." Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine, swallowing whatever witty comeback I had been preparing. The kiss was consuming, his tongue sweeping against mine with devastating thoroughness. His teeth caught my lower lip, tugging gently before soothing it with his tongue. I melt
Dante's POVI knew Gianna's promise not to harm herself wasn't enough. I had to give her a way out, some control she could hold onto, or she'd never stop trying to escape."And in return for giving me your word, I'll strike another deal with you."Her eyebrows lifted. "What kind of deal?""I propos
Gianna's POV The morning light filtered through the bathroom window as I stood before the mirror, my reflection staring back at me with exhausted eyes. I lifted a strand of my hair, my fingers tracing the dried smears still clinging to the ends. Dante's blood from last night. I had not showered.
Dante's POV Love. A word I had not thought about in years. A concept I had buried alongside Esme. An emotion I had convinced myself I was incapable of feeling again. Gianna looked up at me from across the table, and for a second it felt like everything around us faded. A charged moment passed
Dante's POV"Come in."The door opened slowly. Bruno stepped inside, shoulders tense, eyes heavy with guilt. He closed the door behind him and lingered near it, like a man waiting for judgment."Boss," he started, voice low. "I heard about Gianna trying to escape. I came as soon as I got your messa







