LOGIN๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐He groaned softly, a hoarse sound that vibrated against my mouth, and I felt the tremor run through his body."You don't know what you're asking for, Helena.""Yes, I do."Alessandro stared at me for another moment. His dark eyes were clouded with desire, but there was something else there โ something he couldn't hide, even with all his experience in hiding emotions.And then something changed in his gaze.The tension in his shoulders gave way. The defence fell. As if he had finally allowed himself to believe that I was there, that I wanted this, that I wasn't going to run.He lowered his face and kissed my neck. Slowly. Delicately. As if he were learning the texture of my skin, its taste, and the way I reacted to each touch."Like this?" He asked, his voice muffled against me, his warm breath making my hair stand on end."Like this,โ I answered, gasping.His hands began to explore my body with a patience I didn't know he possessed. He slowly slid the strap of my w
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs, each beat a drum announcing my madness.My hands were sweatyโI had wiped them on my thighs before touching his shirt, but even so, I trembled when my fingers found the first button. My breath was caught somewhere between my chest and my throat, as if my lungs had forgotten how to function.But I kept going.I kept slowly opening his black shirt, button by button, as if I were unwrapping a dangerous gift. The silk parted beneath my fingers, revealing the tanned skin underneath, the tense muscles, and the scars that told stories I could barely imagine.The fear of being rejected by him was almost as overwhelming as the fear I felt of the Don.But I wasn't going to back down.Not after having come so far. Not after having finally found the courage to ask for something that was mine by rightโthe right to choose. The right to decide my own body, my own night, my own life.I wanted Alessandro.God, how I wanted him.It wasn
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐Helena kissed me again as if she had been thirsty for years and I was the only water in the desert.This time, I didn't hesitate.I opened my mouth, felt her tongue touch mine, and a sound escaped my throat โ a muffled groan, almost a growl.And I, who had always been the hunter, found myself hunted.Her hands roamed my back, her fingers buried themselves in my hair, and when she crossed her legs around my waist and rolled against me, I felt every centimeter of my self-control shatter like glass against the floor.She was wet.I could feel the heat through the fabric of my pants. Her movement against me was slow, torturous, each roll a promise.I kissed her back with the hunger of all the months I had watched her from afar โ in the hallways, at dinner, in the gardens. Of all the nights I dreamed of her and woke with the bitter taste of guilt and the painful erection no hand could reli
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐The air in her room is heavier, hotter, as if the space itself knows something is about to happen.The silk curtains move slowly with the night breeze, and the moonlight draws silver shadows across the wooden floor. Each breath I take seems to echo in that small, intimate space that smells of her โ flowers, something sweet, something I would spend the rest of my life trying to name.I spent days planning every step to get here.Every night I lay down imagining what it would be like to have her beneath me, her hair spread across the pillow, her breath uneven, her body opening to me like a secret only I would have the privilege of knowing.But in all my plans โ and I am a man who plans everything, every move, every contingency โ in all the fantasies that fueled my days and nights, I never โ never โ imagined that she would be the one to come first.She is on the bed, the white nightgown having ridden up s
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐โLook at me.โI shook my head negatively, my eyes still fixed on his chest. I didn't want to face him now. I was too ashamed. Ashamed of being so vulnerable. Ashamed of seeming so weak. Ashamed of needing him that way.He touched my chin delicately, with his fingertips, lifting my face.โHelena.โI had no choice.I looked up.And regretted it immediately.Because there was something in his gaze. Something intense. Something burning in the depths of that darkness I was already beginning to know. Something that made my heart tighten in a way that wasn't pain โ it was something else. Something more dangerous.โI would never abandon you.โI stopped breathing for a second. The air vanished from my lungs.โAlessandro...โโNever.โHis voice came out firm, cutting. There was no hesitation. No doubt.โDo you understand?โI nodded slowly, still unable to form words.He kept looking directly into my eyes. The intensity of that gaze was almost physical, as if he could touch my
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐A fresh tear escaped.This time, I didn't wipe it away immediately.I let it roll slowly down my cheek, feeling its damp path against my skin. I just kept staring at the darkness of the ceiling, as if the answers might be written somewhere up there.I was trapped.Trapped with that man.Trapped in that house.Trapped in a life I had never chosen.And I would rather die...I would rather die than give myself to that disgusting old man.I turned my face, sniffling quietly, trying to control the crying before it turned into something bigger, something uncontrollable.I hated crying.But ever since I turned eighteen, it seemed like the only thing I'd been doing was crying and crying. As if my eyes were bottomless wells, and sadness an inexhaustible spring.I was so tired.So exhausted.Tired of being afraid. Tired of being alone. Tired of pretending I was strong when, inside, I was just a scared girl.I hugged my own legs on the bed, curling up against the sheets.My e
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐Some women are born to be loved.Others, to be used.And someโฆ to be traded.I was traded.No one asked if I agreed. No one asked if I was afraid. Or if I wanted it. Or if I was ready.Important decisions are never explained to women like me. They happen. Delivered in short sent
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐Dinner was not over yet, and the minutes seemed to drag on. The men talked incessantlyโso many topics, business after business. Meanwhile, my mother remained the same: quiet, with calculated movements.And I ate slowly, to avoid giving them any opportunity to ask me questions or
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐I finished my shower, dried myself, and tied the robe around my body. I sat on the bed, trying to pretend that night didnโt exist. That it wasnโt about to happen.I wanted to disappear.The soft knock on the door made me hold my breath.โCome in,โ I said, even though I knew my p
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐Eighteen years old.For some people, this day is anticipated. For me, it has always been feared.Not because I believed something bad would suddenly happen, like an accident or an unexpected tragedy. My fear was never of the unexpected. It was certain. Of the constant feeling th







