"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 don’t know how long I stood there in the bathroom, clutching the little stick in my trembling hand, staring at the two faint lines that had altered the very fabric of my life. Seconds? Minutes? An eternity?The tears wouldn’t stop. They slid hot and steady down my cheeks, dampening my lips, dripping onto the test I held so tightly I feared I might break it. My reflection in the mirror was blurred through the mist of them—me, but not me. Me, but new. Me, but more.Pregnant.The word had been repeating in my head like a song, like a prayer. Pregnant. With Lorenzo’s child. With the man who had cracked me open, put me back together, and made me believe in love again.I pressed my palm to my stomach, barely daring to breathe. Was there really life there? A heartbeat waiting to be formed? A future growing quietly inside me? It felt impossible and yet… so true.And then another thought struck me, one even stronger. I needed to tell him.Lorenzo.The father of this child. The man whose arms
The doctor’s presence in our suite should have comforted me, but instead it only made the knot in my stomach tighten. I sat on the edge of the bed, pale and trembling, Lorenzo’s hand never leaving mine. His thumb traced slow circles against my skin, grounding me, even as the world tilted on its axis around me.The doctor, a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes softened by years of practice, had already taken my vitals and listened to my chest. Her brow furrowed as she pressed the cold stethoscope against my stomach, then straightened with a thoughtful hum.“You’ve had nausea more than once, yes?” she asked gently, slipping the instrument into her bag.I swallowed hard, my throat raw from retching. “Twice. This morning. Last night too.”Lorenzo’s grip tightened at my answer, his jaw clenching. He looked like he was fighting the urge to demand she fix me instantly. I squeezed his hand, silently begging him to stay calm.The doctor nodded slowly, as if she had already pieced together a puzz
The first thing I registered when I woke was the sour taste in my mouth. My body felt heavy, sluggish, as if I had been swimming through smoke all night. For a moment, I thought maybe it was just exhaustion. After all, Lorenzo and I hadn’t exactly taken it easy last night. My body still throbbed in places I didn’t dare acknowledge out loud.But then the bitter tang coated my tongue again, and I groaned, rolling onto my side. My stomach clenched hard, a sharp warning that had me bolting upright before I could think.Oh God.The bile surged up my throat without mercy. I barely managed to fling the sheets back and stumble toward the bathroom. My knees almost gave out as I hit the tile floor and clutched the toilet, retching violently. My entire body convulsed as wave after wave tore through me.I was dimly aware of the heavy thud of footsteps—Lorenzo’s footsteps—crossing the suite in seconds. Then his hand was there, firm and steady, sweeping my hair away from my face with a tenderness t
The look in his eyes when I knelt between his legs was enough to undo me. Hunger. Possession. That sharp, almost feral edge of restraint about to snap. His shirt hung open, the crisp white fabric dampened by the humidity, clinging to the hard lines of his body. He was the kind of man who could command a room with silence alone, yet here he was—breathing hard, pupils blown wide, undone by me on my knees. I let my palms slide slowly up his thighs, savoring the way his muscles tensed under my touch. The air was thick, heavy with salt and heat and something far darker—the tension thrumming between us. “Emily…” His voice was rough, low, threaded with warning. My name on his tongue sent a shiver racing down my spine. “Shh,” I whispered, tracing my nails lightly over the seam of his trousers. “Let me.” The sharp inhale he made almost broke me. I loved that sound, the way it stripped away the control he wore like armor. Slowly, I tugged at his zipper, brushing my knuckles deliberately
The moment the jet touched down on the private strip in the Maldives, my chest ached with disbelief. I had seen pictures online, glossy postcards of endless turquoise water and white sand that looked too perfect to exist in reality. But now, stepping down the stairs of the jet with Lorenzo’s hand steadying me, I realized the truth: none of those images compared.The air was warm, salted with the scent of the ocean, and the horizon stretched endlessly in shades of blue that melted into each other like paintbrush strokes. Palm trees swayed lazily in the breeze, their fronds whispering secrets of paradise.Lorenzo’s palm pressed low against my back, guiding me toward the sleek boat waiting for us. His sunglasses masked his eyes, but I didn’t need to see them to know he was watching me, gauging every reaction, soaking in the awe that left me nearly speechless.“This…” My voice cracked, too small against the vastness before me. “This doesn’t feel real.”His lips twitched, almost a smile, b
The suitcases were already zipped shut, lined up neatly by the bedroom. Lorenzo was handling some matters before we leave, issuing instructions in that calm, commanding tone that made people scramble without question. I sat on the edge of the bed, tying the straps of my heels, watching him out of the corner of my eye as he spoke quietly into his phone, his jaw sharp, his expression unreadable.Maldives.The word pulsed in my head like a heartbeat. I still couldn’t believe it. A trip, a promise ring, a birthday I never could’ve dreamed of—and him. Always him.The driver loaded our bags into the car waiting in the driveway. Lorenzo took my hand and led me downstairs, his palm steady, firm, like even gravity obeyed him. He opened the door for me first, as always, helping me inside before slipping in beside me.As the car pulled away, I leaned against the window, my gaze idly following the blur of trees and the grand lines of the estate. That’s when I saw her.Amanda.She was standing at
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