Adamo’s POVThe second the words left her lips, "I’m going home tonight." Something inside me twisted painfully.It didn’t make sense. I see this woman every damn day. I’ll see her tomorrow. So why does it feel like she’s walking away forever?Why does the thought of her sleeping alone in her home make my chest tight? Why do I feel like I need her here, with me, wrapped in my arms, where she belongs?I don’t just want her. I crave her.I want to smell her on my sheets. I want to wake up to her in the morning, to feel her body tangled with mine, warm and soft and completely mine. I want to taste her, take her whenever I want, however I want. I want to breathe her in, consume her, mark her, keep her.And that feeling is so fucking overwhelming.I’ve never been like this. Never felt this way about anyone. And I know, I know that I have to pull back, give her space, and give her time. I don’t want to smother her, don’t want to make her feel like she’s being caged in.But fuck.It doesn’t
Explicit Scenes Ahead Marco’s POVSunday flew by, and I was still pissed.About my wife.Yes, my wife. Because even though we’re separated, we are not divorced.I spent the day simmering in my own anger, drinking to dull the ache of knowing she was with someone else. After my grandmother made empanadas, Puerto Rican rice, and two types of tamales for dinner, I drank even more until I could barely see straight. My mom had the kids upstairs in her apartment, which was for the best. I didn’t need them seeing me like this.I kept telling myself this was all about revenge about Isla. About how Sade dared to leave me.Because no matter what she thinks, no matter what she does, she will never find another man like me.I am the best lover she’s ever had. Women want me, including my wife. Whoever she’s with now is just using her, taking advantage of that sexy ass body. She was mine. Only touched by me. And now she’s tainted.But I don’t care.I’ll take her back, make her forget about whatever
Adamo’s POVWatching the strongest woman I know break right in front of me does something to my soul. I can’t let Marco’s poison sink any deeper into her. I won’t.I take the phone from her trembling hands and place it face down on the table next to my MacBook. Then, without a word, I pull the covers back, wrap my arms around her, and pull her into my chest. We sink into the bed together, the warmth of our bodies tangling beneath the sheets.I kiss her face slowly. Starting with her forehead, then her cheeks, to the corner of her lips, soft, lingering kisses meant to heal. My hands move in slow, soothing circles along her back, grounding her, reminding her that she’s here, safe, with me."You know, Sade... I love you."The words spill out before I even realize, but there’s no regret, no hesitation. I mean every damn syllable."You are my world," I murmur against her skin. "I’ve never felt this way about any other woman in my life. And I don’t care how long it takes, I will be patient,
Adamo’s POV Adamo stared into Sade’s eyes with such intensity that it scared her. Even with how chaotic and passionate her relationship with Marco had been, it had never been this intense. This was something else, something raw, something consuming.“Tell you what, love,” Adamo murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Babe, go take a shower. Then, put on one of my t-shirts and no underwear. I wanna give you a massage, help you relax. I wanna pamper you.” His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on her thigh. “I’ll order breakfast. By the time it gets here, you’ll be feeling really good.”Sade held his gaze, her breathing uneven.Adamo didn’t wait for her answer. He leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss so deep, so searing, it stole the breath from her lungs. When he finally pulled back, a smirk tugged at his lips.“Now, get your sexy ass up and get in the shower,” he ordered.Sade blinked, dazed. “What? Are you trying to say I stink?”He chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, but if
Sade's POVWarmth. The first thing I registered was warmth. A steady, solid heat pressed against my back, arms like iron bands wrapped around me, holding me close. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest matched the deep, slow breaths ghosting against the back of my neck.Adamo.The memories of yesterday flooded in, from his touch, his mouth, the way he had completely unraveled me. My body ached in places I hadn’t felt in years, a delicious soreness that spoke to just how relentless he had been. There was no escaping it. Even now, as I lay in his arms, I could still feel the imprint of his possession on my skin.I bit my lip, attempting to shift without waking him. His arm tightened immediately, like his subconscious refused to let me go. A low groan rumbled from his throat, the sound sending a shiver through me. His lips brushed the back of my shoulder, a sleepy, instinctual movement.I hesitated. Just a second longer.Then reality kicked in.Slowly, I pried myself from his grip and
Marco's POVThe soft hum of the TV played in the background, but Marco wasn’t paying attention. His kids were asleep in the next room, their quiet breathing the was only sign of life in his tiny, two bedroom basement apartment. He ran a hand down his face, exhaustion seeping into his bones. His phone sat face-up on the armrest of the couch, the screen still lit from the last call he’d received.Unknown Number.He knew exactly who it was.Cheryl.Another woman from his past claiming to be pregnant by him.Marco scoffed. Bullshit.There was no way in hell he had been reckless enough to get someone else pregnant, not when everything with Sade had already fallen apart. Not when he was still trying to piece his life together. Cheryl was lying. He was sure of it.He exhaled sharply and tilted his head back against the couch, his mind running circles around everything that had happened in the last few months. He had lost his wife, his family, his home, hell his entire world. And now? He was