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CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE ~
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2026-04-19 21:55:10
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HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT
Seven years ago.“YOU BROKE ME FIRST.”SOFIA.I wake up alone.This part I remember with a clarity that has never faded, not in seven years, not through everything that came after. The particular quality of that morning light. The particular feeling of reaching across the bed and finding nothing.His side is cold. Not just empty — cold. He has been gone for a while.I sit up. Look around the apartment. His shoes are gone. His jacket. I find the note on the pillow and read it once. Family emergency. Be back soon.I'm not worried, not at first. Families have emergencies. He loves me. He will come back.I get up. Make coffee. Sit by the window and watch the street below and wait.He doesn't come.I call his phone. It rings four times and goes to voicemail. His voice, warm and familiar, asking me to leave a message."It's me," I say, because I don't know what else to say. "Just checking you're okay. Call me when you can."He doesn't call.Day one I tell myself he's busy. Family crises are
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN
"Some mornings steal the air from your lungs before you even open your eyes."SOFIAThe shower in Dante's suite is warm.That's the first thing I notice when he leads me in — the warmth of it, the way the steam rises immediately and fills the marble space with something soft and quiet. The bathroom is grand even by the Pakhan's standards. Dark marble floors and walls, gold fixtures, a rainfall showerhead wide enough for two people without touching.We touch anyway.He keeps me close the entire time, one arm around my waist, his chin resting on top of my head while the water runs over both of us. He washes my hair with a gentleness that makes my chest ache — his big scarred hands working through the dark waves with a patience and care so far removed from everything else he is in the world that I have to close my eyes against it."You're quiet," he murmurs."I'm thinking.""Stop." He presses his lips to the top of my head. "Tonight you don't think. Tonight you just stay here with me."I
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY SIX
“ I WILL BE ROUGH WITH YOU IN SO MANY SWEET WAYS”SOFIA.We had to stay at the pakhan’s guest suite tonight, Marco had not yet arrived even till now and I could only wonder what was keeping him from coming, however right now I was headed to the guest suite and not to sleep all alone tonight but with Dante. What we were doing was so wrong and so dangerous but it was what I wanted, what I craved for and I was going to get it tonight.We stopped outside his door. Dante’s nameplate gleamed under the light. My eyes betrayed me and flicked farther down the hall—to the very end, where another door stood closed. Marco’s nameplate. A thin strip of light glowed beneath it. He was in there. Right there. Only a few meters of carpet and silence separating us.I froze in Dante’s doorway, one hand gripping the frame, breath catching sharp in my throat.Dante noticed instantly. He always did. He stepped in close behind me, chest brushing my back, and gently turned me to face him. Two scarred fingers
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE ~
"THE MOST EXQUISTE TORTURE IS THE KIND THAT MAKES YOU SMILE WHILE IT DESTROYS YOU."SOFIAThe Pakhan's estate is extraordinary.Everything about it speaks to decades of accumulated power — the kind that doesn't need to announce itself because every stone of every wall already does it quietly. The ceilings are high and frescoed, the floors marble, the lighting warm and deliberately flattering. Men in expensive suits move through the rooms like chess pieces, every conversation a calculation, every handshake a transaction.I have attended enough of these events as Marco's wife to know how to move through them. Smile at the right moments. Say little. Look beautiful and composed and entirely uninteresting. Be the kind of wife that makes her husband look stable and established without drawing attention to herself.I know how to do this.What I am not prepared for is doing it with a vibrator Dante placed inside me in the back of a Rolls Royce forty minutes ago, humming quietly against my mos
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR ~~~
“I WANT HIM TO KNOW THAT I AM HERE FOR HIM WITH OPEN HEART, OPEN MOUTH AND OPEN LEGS.”SOFIADante didn’t waste a second.He dragged me across the seat and into his lap, one big hand cupping the back of my neck as his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was deep, hungry, seven years of pent-up need exploding between us. His tongue swept in, claiming, tasting, devouring. I moaned into his mouth, fingers twisting in his shirt, and he groaned back like the sound of me unraveling was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.His hands were everywhere—possessive but controlled. One slid down my back, gripping my ass through the silk. The other cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it pebbled painfully against the thin fabric. He kissed me like he was starving, like he’d waited a lifetime for this exact moment, and still he held back just enough to drive me insane.When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing raggedly. His forehead rested against mine, eyes black with lust and
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY THREE
"She walked in and the whole world forgot to breathe. So did I."DANTEI'm standing at the bottom of the staircase checking my cufflinks when I hear her.Not footsteps exactly. More like the air in the house changes. The way a room shifts when something significant enters it.I look up.And I forget every single thing I was thinking about two seconds ago.She's at the top of the stairs.The dress. My God, the dress. Fuck she looked absolutely stunning–I knew when I picked it that the green would be right. I remembered — of course I remembered, I've spent seven years cataloguing every single detail about this woman like my life depended on it. Her favorite color. The way she takes her coffee. The particular laugh she saves for things that genuinely surprise her. I remembered all of it.But remembering the color and seeing what the color does to her are two entirely different things.The silk moves with her as she descends, catching the light at every step. The bodice fits her like it
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
“DON’T JUDGE OTHER BECAUSE THEY SIN DIFFERENTLY FROM YOU.”SOFIA.I step out of the coat room on shaky legs, my body still humming with unfulfilled need, my mind screaming at me for being so reckless.And there he is.Marco.Standing in the hallway. Holding two glasses of champagne. His expression
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER FORTY
“MY UNCLE IS DEFINITELY MUCH COOLER THAN MY DAD”DANTE.I'm in the study reviewing reports from Nico when there's a soft knock on the door."Come in."The door opens slowly and Isabella peeks her head in, looking uncertain."Oh. Sorry. I thought this was Papa's office." She starts to back out."It's
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
“AND IN THE MIDDLE OF MY CHAOS THERE WAS YOU.”SOFIA.Marco's voice.Reality crashes back like ice water.My eyes fly open, meeting Dante's. His are dark, dilated, filled with heat and want and something that looks like possession."Dante, stop—" I try to push him away but he doesn't move."Why?" H
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER THIRTY TWO ~ ️
“SO FUCKING WEAK WHEN IT COMES TO HIM.”SOFIA.The please almost breaks me. I close my eyes, pressing my forehead against the door."You heard Luca yesterday. You know the truth now. You know I didn't abandon you.""It doesn't matter." The words are barely a whisper."How can you say that?" His voi
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