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Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━The morning light hit the pale skin of her inner thighs.Hazel went completely still.Every muscle in her mother's face froze, the tears halting on her cheeks. Her mouth fell open in a horrified gasp.I knew what she was looking at. The bruises on the side of her thigh. Those bruises looked like they had been pinched hard, and right beside them, small, round, angry red marks, faint, circular burns.Those weren't marks from some accident. They were self-inflicted, I knew that, I fucking knew. It was the secret I had been waiting for her to trust me with, the truth I had patiently hoped she would one day tell me herself. "Oh, God," Hazel whispered, her voice barely a breath, her fingers trembling violently where she still held Gianna's ankle, "Gianna... I knew it..."Hazel let go of Gianna’s ankle as if the skin had suddenly burned her. She stumbled back a step, her weak left leg giving out slightly so that she had to catch herself against the foot of the bed. "I knew
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━The frantic pounding on the door rattled the wood, but it was nothing compared to the sudden, wild panic that erupted in the girl standing across from me.Gianna froze like a rabbit caught in high beams. Her eyes went incredibly wide, darting from the door, to her own damp bathrobe, and then finally to me."Gianna! I know you're in there!" her mother's angry voice boomed through the wood again, "Open this door this instant!"Gianna snapped. She bolted across the room toward me, her bare feet dragging on the rug, and grabbed my bare arms. Her hands were freezing, shaking so hard I could feel the tremors in my own bones."You need to hide," she whispered, "Now. Raphael, you have to hide."I stood there, rooted to the spot, looking down at her. It was hard to take the threat seriously when she looked like this. Her hair was still damp, smelling faintly of sweet shampoo, and she was swallowed whole by that oversized, fluffy white bathrobe. Her cheeks were flushed pink wi
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "Our setup," I whispered, my voice sounding small and breathless against his lips. "Just ours." "Just ours," he nodded. He was right. We didn't need labels, and we didn't need forever. We just needed the burning hunger that only we could give each other. I didn't give him time to talk anymore. I lifted my head and kissed him again, deep and hard, my tongue sliding back into his mouth. Raphael’s body went completely tight. His hands slid down my sides, his hot palms burning through the thin silk of my dress. He bunched the fabric of my skirt up in his fists, pulling it higher and higher until the cold air of the bedroom hit my bare thighs. He reached down, his fingers brushing the soft skin of my inner thigh, slowly moving upward toward the aching, wet heat between my legs. He wanted to touch me there. He wanted to slide his fingers into my slickness and feel how much I wanted him. The moment his fingers brushed against my most sensitive spot, a sharp gasp cut t
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "Gianna," he groaned. I didn't let him speak. I came back to his mouth, capturing his lips in another deep, wet kiss This time, it was lazy and uncoordinated again, our lips sliding together in a messy rush. I used my lips to soothe his, then used my teeth to bite his top lip, pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it until he was completely breathless beneath me. I slid my hand down from his hair, my palm brushing over his cheek before my fingers found his mouth. I parted his lips with my thumb, and then, slowly, I forced my index finger past his teeth, pressing it onto his tongue. I wanted more of him. I wanted to feel the heat of his breath and the wetness of his mouth on my skin in every way possible. I added another finger and forced my index and middle fingers past his white teeth, sliding them deep into the hot, wet cave of his mouth. Raphael let out a low, muffled groan. His tongue immediately wrapped around my fingers, his hot saliva slicking my skin
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stood by the door for a long time, the cold wood pressing into my back. The only sound in the deep silence was the slow rise and fall of Raphael’s bare chest. Slowly, almost without realizing I was doing it, I let my shoes drop from my fingers. They hit the thick rug with two soft thuds. I took one step forward, then another, my bare feet sinking into the soft carpet. I walked toward him like I was approaching a sleeping predator, afraid that even the sound of my breathing might wake him. But he didn't move. I stopped right in front of the armchair. I had never been this close to him when he wasn't looking at me like he wanted to devour my soul. His long, dark eyelashes cast soft shadows against his cheekbones. The hard, angry line of his mouth had relaxed into something soft and almost peaceful. In the pale grey dawn, he didn't look like the scary, powerful Capone who ruled from behind the screen. He just looked real. My knees felt weak, heavy with the exhau
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I kept my focus on Vivianne, or at least I tried to. Across the table, she was explaining how she’d pivot into a sub-network if the primary authentication failed. Normally, this was the kind of talk that made my blood hum... pure, cold logic. "The trick isn't the lock, Raphael," Vivianne said, swirling her wine. "It's the guy who thinks he’s the only one with the key. You make him feel too safe, and he’ll leave it under the mat for you." "Yeah," I muttered, leaning in, "Safety is a lie. I learned that the hard way after what you pulled with Alessandro. That dude is a ghost. The fact that you tracked him down and got into his head is fucking impressive." Vivianne let out a soft, dry laugh. She looked down at her wine, a small, private smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, "He is a ghost, alright," she mumbled under her breath. I tried to keep my eyes on her, but my gaze kept sliding to the right, down the long row of expensive plates and flickering candles.
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my hands shaking so much I had to tuck them under my arms. I was dressed in a white button-down shirt and black slacks. I spent ten minutes pulling my hair back, brushing it until every stray strand was flattened into a sleek, tight bun
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I leaned against the cold marble wall, my glass heavy in my hand. My brothers were all around me, a solid wall of dark suits, expensive cologne, and mean faces. We stood in the shadows of the hall, watching the reception like it was a funeral. Across the room, our father was a
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The room was too big. It was too quiet, and it smelled too much like expensive flowers and floor wax. I lay in the middle of the massive bed, feeling like a speck of dust in this giant, cold mansion. I pulled the silk sheets up to my chin, but they didn't feel warm. They just felt
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was still frozen, when Madeleine came jogging back down the stairs. She had a thick textbook tucked under her arm and a bright smile. The normalcy of it felt strange after the moment I’d just had with Raphael. "Ready?" she asked, her voice light. I nodded quickly, not trustring







