"You’re just too old to handle me,” I spat in fury. “That’s why you won’t f*ck me.” His eyes turned feral. “What did you just say?” he growled, stepping closer. My breath hitched, and heat pooled between my legs. “I said you're old—and not man enough.” He grabbed my chin, lips inches from mine. “Baby girl, when I’m done with you, you’ll beg this 'old man' to stop. You won’t just know I’m man enough—you’ll feel it in every inch of your sore, trembling body.” ***** At 40, architect Lorenzo De Vito has built a life of discipline and control—until 23-year-old Emily Ross steps into his world. She's bold, ambitious, and irresistible, awakening desires he buried long ago. Lorenzo knows she's off-limits, a risk to his career and reputation, but her teasing smiles and undeniable chemistry make her impossible to resist. As the tension between them ignites, the line between control and surrender begins to blur. Will he resist the temptation or risk it all for the one woman he shouldn’t want?
View More“Oh, yes, Liam, faster, don't stop," I heard the breathy moan of a woman followed by the grunt of a man. The man's voice all too familiar but I didn't want to believe what I was hearing, it couldn't be the same Liam.
I saw the clothes scattered on the floor looking like they had first started it here before taking things further to the bedroom. But still I didn't want to believe it. As quietly as I could, I made my way to the bedroom and I stopped at the sight in front of me. The door was left ajar so I could see everything that was happening inside. I froze as my jaw dropped. I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't seeing things. It wasn't another Liam. It was my boyfriend. My boyfriend of seven years. I felt an indescribable pain in my chest like something just plunged their hand into my chest and ripped out my heart, I was shattered, broken. He was too lost in pleasing another woman that he hadn't even noticed me. He had his head thrown back in pleasure with his eyes closed as he thrust furiously into the woman who was on all fours and I just stood there watching—my heart breaking into pieces. I don't know how it happened. Maybe he felt the daggers I was throwing at him but he finally turned and our eyes met. He stopped as he quickly pulled out of the woman. “Emily, I can…I can explain,” he said as he quickly covered himself as the woman turned, looking at me with disdain for having interrupted them. "Explain? What other explanation can you give to the fact that I just saw you balls deep inside a woman that isn't me,” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “Is this her?" the woman asked and that was when I turned to really look at her and I couldn't help but feel insulted, “This…Liam, this is who you cheat on with? Some chestless flat ass bitch!” I spat, as my eyes burned with tears but I pushed them back, "Seven years Liam, seven years, I gave you…” "I didn't ask you to, okay, yes we were madly in love in highschool but this isn't highschool anymore and you're a clingy bitch who wouldn't leave me alone," I gasped as I looked at him in shock. For a moment I couldn't speak. Did the guy I imagine getting married to and having kids just call me a clingy bitch. Wow. “So I'm clingy Liam, then why didn't you break things off? Why? Why did you make a fool of me?" I asked and he had the guts to shrug, “The sex was good, until you started acting weird," hearing him say that was like a punch to the guts. “Suddenly I'm a weirdo Liam," I said, nodding my head as I looked at him, murder running through my mind. “A weirdo," “You should probably leave," the woman said and I narrowed my eyes at her in slits. “Fucking open that mouth one more time and I'm cut off your tongue," “Don't fucking talk to her like that!" Liam snapped protectively as he took a step towards me and I took a step back in shock. “This is what it is?" I asked as my voice cracked, the pain was too much and what was even more painful was that there wasn't any ounce of regret in his eyes, he didn't care. “Was I just a joke to you Liam, someone for you to toy with for seven years?" “Look Emily, I don't have the time for this. I told you it was the sex but you started getting wild Emily. Tie me up Liam, spank me, choke me, what type of freak are you?" He said and the woman laughed and I couldn't help but join her but for a different reason. “All these years I had thought I was with a man, I didn't know you were just a boy wasting my time. You know what? Fuck you! You can fuck whoever you want! We're done,” for a moment I saw something flash in his eyes but it was gone as soon as it came. Without another word to him, I turned on my heels and walked out of the room and then I broke into a run as I ran out of the house I thought I had good memories in. I had expected to hear the sound of his footsteps following me wanting to explain things to me, to make me feel better. But I heard nothing. He was happy to let me go. I had been nothing but a burden to him. It had only been the sex. I got into my car as I closed the door angrily, and I couldn't hold it any more, I burst into tears as ugly sobs came out of my mouth. How could he do this to me? I had given him my heart, I had loved him unconditionally and he threw it away like it was nothing. All the plans we had of a family, everything—gone. I cried as I rested my head on the steering wheel. The way he had looked at me like I was the stranger in the room and not that woman. He had humiliated me, insulted me. What did she have that I didn't? I know how men look at me because of my body, there wasn't a room I entered that heads didn't turn. And then he chose to cheat on me with someone who isn't as half as beautiful as I am. I covered my mouth trying to silence my cries. I suddenly started wiping my tears in anger despite the fact that they kept falling. He wasn't worth my tears. No man was worth my tears. I have learnt from my mistake and giving my heart to a man would never happen again. I gave Liam seven years and he wasted it, from today henceforth men were made only for sex and no man would ever own my heart. With my chin held high and tears rolling down my eyes I made a vow. Never ever love a man again.I sat behind my desk at the Salvatore Enterprises tower, surrounded by skyline and glass and enough pending contracts to drown in. A mountain of numbers. Reports. Forecasts. People who needed decisions.But all I could think about was her laugh. That low, husky sound when she made fun of herself. The way she scrunched her nose when she drank something too strong. The way her hand clutched mine at the beach like she’d known me forever.Damn it.I ran a hand down my face and stared blankly at the spreadsheet open on my monitor. Projected revenue growth? Who cared. I couldn’t even remember what division I was reviewing. The letters swam. My jaw clenched.Focus, Alessandro.This is what you’re good at. Control. Power. Precision.Not barefoot walks with women who smell like heartbreak and red wine.And definitely not letting said woman crawl under your skin after a single night.But here I was, sitting in a thousand-dollar chair, sipping bitter espresso, and picturing the way she had laugh
“Where the fuck were you last night?”His voice cracked through the silence like a gunshot, sharp and cold, making me flinch as the door slid shut behind me.Mr De Vito didn’t move from where he stood—tall, immovable, and dangerous as hell. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides. His jaw ticked once, and his gaze—normally unreadable—was blazing.I froze a few feet inside the penthouse, my fingers tightening around my purse. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. My throat had dried up the moment the elevator chimed on this floor. I’d known this was coming. I’d known it the second Alessandro said his name.Still, being here—face to face with him in the cold aftermath—was a different kind of terrifying.“I—” I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”“That’s not an answer.” He took a step closer. “Where were you?”Lie. Just lie. Tell him anything but the truth.Because I couldn’t tell him I’d left the charity ball because I saw a ghost from the past. A ghost with a name. A ghost with a re
The first thing I felt was my brain trying to climb out of my skull.The second was panic.I sat up too fast—huge mistake. The world spun, a dizzying carousel of expensive furniture, soft lighting, and a ceiling I didn’t recognize. My heart pounded against my ribcage like it was trying to alert security.Where the hell am I?I blinked rapidly. This wasn’t my room. The bed beneath me was twice the size of mine. The sheets smelled like cedarwood and… money. The walls were painted a soft ivory, the curtains drawn just enough to let in warm morning light. It wasn’t a hotel room either—too elegant for that. A chandelier hung overhead, glittering even in the daytime.My fingers curled around the sheets as dread settled in.I remembered the tequila. I remembered the waves. The way I laughed like I hadn’t in months. I remembered—oh god, walking barefoot through the street. But then… I remembered a face. Sharp jaw, burning eyes. A familiar menace from the past.I’d seen him at the ball last ni
The lights of the city blinked beneath me like a sea of fireflies, restless and chaotic. I stood at the window of my penthouse, hands tucked into the pockets of my slacks, staring down at the skyline that never slept. My reflection looked back at me in the glass—tired, tense, controlled only by a thin thread of restraint. I had spent my life mastering the art of calm calculation, making decisions under pressure with the precision of a scalpel.But tonight, something was off.Tonight, Emily was at Alessandro Salvatore's house.My jaw clenched as I watched the dark outlines of the buildings. I couldn’t stop replaying that call in my head, the way his voice sounded so casual, like it wasn’t a goddamn crisis that she was passed out drunk in his home. Like it wasn’t a problem that she had disappeared without a word and turned up in the company of a man like him.How the hell did she end up with him of all people?How the hell did she get herself tangled up with Salvatore? The man was oil
I lingered on the balcony longer than I meant to. The moonlight was too soft, the bourbon too smooth, and the night too full of a quiet I hadn't felt in years. For a man like me, silence usually meant a deal gone wrong, a moment to plan, or worse—a trap.But tonight? Tonight, it was peace.Until I reached into my pocket and realized my phone was missing."Damn," I muttered under my breath, patting the inside of my jacket, my slacks, even checking behind the cushion I was sitting on.Nothing.With a sigh, I pushed off the chair and made my way downstairs. The house was mostly dark, save for the golden sconces humming low along the corridor. Somewhere above, I imagined Emily still asleep, tangled in the guest bed, one hand flopped over her stomach like a cartoon character after a wild night.A reluctant smile tugged at my lips.When I got to the car, I found my phone right where I'd left it, tucked between the seats. As I reached for it, I spotted something else.Emily's purse.And her
I should have known ordering that second round was a bad idea. Hell—I should’ve known ordering the third shot of tequila was just begging for trouble. But when Emily’s glass slid empty again, and she looked up at me with those bold, half-lidded eyes, laughing like she was daring the sea itself to try and crash us out, how could I say no?So yes, I did this to myself.Now here we were, on the walk back to my car, and she was leaning too heavily on me, giggling in disjointed bursts.“I’m fine,” she slurred, her voice melting around the syllables like syrup. “I walk in heels all the time. These aren’t even—wait. I’m barefoot, aren’t I?”“Very barefoot,” I said, trying to keep my tone even, though her carefree abandon in the moonlight was undeniably cute.She paused to register that, then grinned wildly. “That’s rebellious of me. Emily the Rebel!”I chuckled softly and angled my upper body to catch her if she stumbled again. She was so warm, so… human in that moment—her wild hair flying l
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