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Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ She took a deep, shuddering breath, her shoulders tense and then she began to move. She wasn't rocking or bouncing, she was grinding. She used her hips, rotating them sensually, making soft, wet friction that drove me insane. She was still facing away, her back arching in the pink dress, making me watch the dark hair. She pushed her heels into the seat, leveraging her weight to lift and slowly sink again, I needed to move her, to be the one driving, to shatter the slow-burn she was forcing on me. "Stop that," I snarled, "You're killing me." She didn't listen, she arched her spine, lifting her chest, putting her in perfect view. She shifted her hips in a figure-eight pattern, a move that milked every inch of my length. She was drawing it out. "Slow," I gasped out, the word sounding ruined. "Too slow, baby." Her eyes snapped open, looking down into my face from over her shoulder. That dark, wicked light of pure triumph shone right back at me. She knew
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 The church looked beautiful, sunlight poured through the stained glass, scattering little red and gold patterns across the marble floor. I could hear the soft echo of footsteps, the murmurs, the sound of someone clearing their throat behind me. It was beautiful and calm. Nero was in my arms, squirming in his little white outfit, blinking up at the high ceiling like he was trying to figure out why we’d dragged him into a cathedral on a Sunday morning. His hair was sticking up in all directions, his lips pursed in the world’s smallest pout. I couldn’t stop smiling. Adriano stood next to me, looking like a devil in a church. Black-on-black, crisp tie, watch glinting. The man could make standing still look dangerous. His hand rested on the small of my back. That wordless, you’re mine kind of thing he never said out loud anymore but still communicated in every glance. Vincenzo was at the altar, holding the silver cross he’d picked out for Nero, talking to
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I slammed the study door so hard the walls shook. The sound echoed through the room. Every one of my brothers was already there, lined up, stiff, waiting and every pair of eyes flicked toward me. I didn’t care. My pulse was a drumbeat in my ears. I was the last one in, and I was late on purpose. Our father stood by the fireplace, hands in his pockets, pretending this was just another family meeting. The same man who used to make us stand in silence for hours if we ever spoke against him. Now he was about to tell us he was marrying his mistress. He just couldn’t let our mother rest, not even in death. “I feel like I should’ve done this before inviting her into the house,” he stated, “But here we are now.” I pressed my tongue to the inside of my cheek, trying not to grind my teeth. The smell of his cologne mixed with the smoke from the fire, and it made me want to choke. “Maybe,” I said, leaning against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest, “you should’ve start
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I watched her like I always did, too long, too hard, too quiet. Every movement of hers had me transfixed, like I was seeing her for the first time all over again. She stood in front of the mirror, running her fingers through those soft curls, fluffing them, shaping them. That hair drove me insane. The way it framed her face, the way it caught light, the way it slipped through my fingers when I couldn’t help myself. She smiled into the reflection, and my chest pulled tight. That smile, it did something violent to me. She was so good. So pure it made me angry sometimes. She loved everything that breathed, everything that broke. She cared about people who didn’t deserve it, animals that didn’t even know her name. And she still chose me, knowing exactly who I was, what I’d done. It was wrong how much I needed that. It was wrong that I sometimes still think that she is faking it. I got up, crossing the room until I stood right behind her. Her reflection tensed befor
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I slipped back into this life like it had just been waiting for me, like I’d never left, never cried, never lost my mind trying to survive without it. Everything just fit again. The mornings smelled like coffee and laughter, like home. My son’s giggles filled the house, my husband’s voice was the first thing I heard every day, and it still made my chest ache in that sweet, stupid way. Sometimes I’d catch myself just standing there, in the kitchen, in the garden, on the rooftop, in the middle of all the chaos and think, God, this is mine. This messy, loud, beautiful life. The kind where family means dinner that turns into dancing, and love feels like sunlight on your skin. I always thought this life would eat me alive. And maybe once, it almost did. The guns, the secrets, the blood, it used to terrify me. I thought I could never belong in a world like his. But somehow, it changed. Or maybe I did. Now, the danger doesn’t scare me the way it used to. It’







