"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.Jane leaned toward me so slowly it was like her brain was trying to physically process what her eyes were seeing. “Where the hell do all these handsome men come from?” she whispered, voice reverent, like we were in the presence of a holy relic. I nearly choked on my coffee. Alessandro chuckled—just a low rumble of amusement that somehow made the air in the room feel ten degrees warmer. That man had the kind of charm that didn’t just walk into a room—it claimed it, gently, without ever needing to raise its voice. Jane straightened, flushed and flustered, then pointed a finger between us with a slightly awkward laugh. “Right. Okay. I should probably... not be here for your conversation. I’ll go... um... admire more chandeliers.” She practically tripped over herself on the way out, giving Alessandro a wide berth as if his cologne alone could make her faint. He watched her go with mild amusement before turning his eyes back to me. “Sorry,” I said with a smile. “She’s harmless.” “S
It turns out that waking up in a mansion with your best friend squealing about your love life is the best kind of therapy. After our little scream-fest, Jane refused to let me stay cooped up in bed. "Nope," she said, hands on her hips like some sort of drill sergeant in a Gucci hoodie. "You may be healing, but you’re not dying. And I’m not flying all the way to Italy just to stare at you in bed like some tragic Victorian ghost." So I caved. I let her help me up, her chatter filling the room like birdsong. Every step I took was careful—my ankle still throbbed, but the pain had dulled into something manageable. And honestly? I barely noticed it with her beside me, talking a mile a minute and pointing at every detail like she was a tourist in Versailles. "Okay, first of all," she said as we exited the room, her arm looped through mine, "this hallway alone has more chandeliers than my entire apartment building." "You haven’t even seen the staircase yet," I replied, amused. She gaspe
I woke up to the feeling of sunlight gently warming my face and the faint scent of lavender drifting through the air. For a moment, I didn’t move. I felt… weightless. Not the kind of weightless you feel in a dream, but the kind where your soul forgets it ever carried anything heavy. I stretched, arms reaching above my head, letting out a soft yawn as I blinked my eyes open. “Would you like some water, ma’am?” The voice came out of nowhere, slicing through the calm, and I screamed—a full-blown, high-pitched yelp as I jolted upright and nearly flung myself off the bed. Then I froze. I knew that voice. My heart galloped as I whipped around to the source, and there—standing at the foot of my bed, holding a glass of water like some domestic goddess in yoga pants—was Jane. My best friend. My ride-or-die. “Jane?” I croaked, blinking like I’d just seen a ghost. “Oh my God. JANE?! What the hell are you doing here?!” She doubled over laughing at the look on my face. “You should’ve se
I didn’t think it was possible to float through the halls of a mansion, but apparently, it was. Maybe it was the way Lorenzo was holding me—one arm cradling my back, the other beneath my knees like I weighed nothing at all, despite my half-hearted protests. Or maybe it was the way his lips brushed the side of my temple every few seconds, like he still couldn’t believe I was real. Or maybe it was just the fact that I’d said yes. I said yes. To him. To all of it. I tucked my head under his chin and breathed in the warm scent of him—clean soap, something woodsy, and something uniquely Lorenzo. “You know I can walk, right?” I murmured against his throat, even though my ankle was still a little sore. “Yeah, but I don’t like seeing you limp around like a baby deer,” he said without missing a beat. “Plus, I like carrying you. Makes me feel useful.” “You’re already useful,” I teased. He laughed, a low rumble in his chest. “Am I?" He carried me into the far wing of the house—his fa
I blinked.Once.Twice.Surely I misheard him.The breeze brushed past my cheek, but everything else around me fell completely still. I pulled back slightly, just enough to see his face clearly, to make sure I wasn’t dreaming or projecting some post-trauma fantasy into the man sitting beside me.“W-What did you just say?” I asked, standing up on instinct, needing space, needing clarity.Lorenzo tilted his head, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back on the bench, elbows resting on the top rail like he hadn’t just dropped a grenade in my chest.“What?” he asked, voice lazy and teasing now. “You heard me.”“This isn’t funny,” I said, crossing my arms even though my entire body felt like it had been struck by lightning. “You can’t just—throw something like that at me out of nowhere.”His eyes sparkled, and then he chuckled.God, that chuckle. That low, deep rumble that made my stomach flutter and my knees just a little weaker than they already were.“I’m
I woke slowly, like surfacing from a long, dark dream I never wanted to return to. The first thing I felt was warmth—real, solid warmth—like the sun had finally broken through the cold weight that had held me down for days.And then I saw him.Lorenzo.His head was resting on the mattress, right beside my hip. One hand was curled loosely around mine, the other arm draped over the edge of the bed. His chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths, and his dark lashes cast faint shadows beneath his eyes.God, he looked exhausted.Like he didn't get any sleep all night. Like he’d been keeping vigil over me. My chest tightened, and I didn’t even realize I was smiling until my fingers moved, threading gently through his thick, tousled hair.He stirred immediately.His eyes fluttered open, and for a second, he looked disoriented. Then he saw me—and everything changed.The tiredness vanished.The tension in his jaw eased.And he smiled.Not the cocky, dangerous smirk he used when the world
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