LOGINAndrea's POV"Much better," he murmured, his free hand stroking up and down my bare thigh in lazy, possessive movements.His lips found my neck, pressing soft kisses along the column of my throat. Not hard enough to leave marks—we both knew I couldn't go back to the mansion covered in fresh hickeys—but enough to make me sigh and tilt my head to give him better access."You look good in my shirt," he said between kisses. "Look good in my kitchen. In my bed. In my arms.""Dante," I breathed, my hands finding his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart beneath my palms.His hand on my thigh moved higher, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that made me shiver. "We should spend the whole day like this. You in my shirt, me touching you, no responsibilities, no sneaking around.""That sounds perfect," I admitted, even though I knew it was impossible.His phone rang, shattering the intimate moment.Dante cursed under his breath and reached for it, chec
Andrea’s POVI could only smile weakly against his warm skin, utterly spent, heart still racing wildly even as my body hummed with delicious aftershocks. Every tiny shift sent little ripples of oversensitivity through me, reminding me exactly how thoroughly he’d ruined me. "You’re not so bad yourself," I whispered, my voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. "Waking up to you inside me… I think I could get used to that."Dante chuckled low, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. He tightened his hold, one hand sliding down to cup my ass possessively while the other stroked my hair. We stayed like that for a long while—tangled, breathing each other in, the morning light growing brighter around us. His cock had softened inside me, but he made no move to pull out, as if he wanted to stay connected as long as possible. I traced idle circles on his chest with my fingertip, feeling the faint scars I’d never asked about, marveling at how safe I felt in the arms of a man who
Andrea’s POVMy mouth watered. Heat pooled low in my belly as I climbed over him, straddling his narrow hips on my knees. My thighs trembled with anticipation. I wrapped my fingers around his thick length—velvety skin stretched tight over steel—and stroked him once, slowly, feeling him twitch in my grip. Then I lined him up with my entrance, still slightly swollen and slick from last night.Biting my lip, I sank down onto him inch by deliberate inch.The stretch was exquisite, bordering on overwhelming. My body had to open for him all over again, inner walls fluttering and yielding as his thick cock filled me completely. A long, shaky moan escaped my lips at the delicious burn and the deep, perfect fullness. He felt even bigger in the quiet morning light, every ridge and vein dragging against my sensitive walls.Dante groaned low in his sleep, his hips twitching upward instinctively, pushing another inch deeper.I braced my hands flat on his firm chest and began to move—slow, rolling
Andrea’s POVHe reached around with his free hand and rubbed my clit again, the dual sensation making my arms shake. I dropped to my elbows, face pressed into the pillow as he railed me.When my third orgasm started building, I could barely warn him. It hit me like lightning, my walls clamping down on him so hard he cursed viciously.Dante pulled out again, flipping me onto my back once more. This time he hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half as he sank back inside me in one brutal thrust."Oh my God—" I cried out, the new position letting him go impossibly deeper.He fucked me like that—deep, grinding strokes that pressed right against my cervix with every thrust. His eyes never left my face, drinking in every expression of pleasure he wrung from me."Look at me while you come," he ordered, voice dark and commanding. "I want to watch you fall apart one more time."I was so sensitive, so full of him, that it didn’t take long. My fourth orgasm ripped through me w
Andrea’s POVHe thrust into me and I moaned, the sound loud and unrestrained in the quiet of his bedroom. There was no need to be quiet here, no risk of being overheard, and the freedom of it was intoxicating.He felt so good inside me—thick, hot, and so deep it stole my breath. The stretch burned in the most delicious way, every inch of him pressing against my walls, filling me completely until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began."Fuck," Dante groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine as he held himself still, buried to the hilt. His cock throbbed inside me, heavy and insistent. "You feel even better than I remembered. So fucking tight, so wet and perfect. Like your pussy was made for my cock."I wrapped my legs around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back, and pulled him even deeper. He cursed low and filthy, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine."Move," I gasped, my nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. "Please, Dante—move. I
Andrea's POVI was sneaking out of Luca's mansion in the middle of the night to spend the night with Dante. If Luca found out, he would lose his mind. Dante could lose his job, his position, maybe even his life depending on how angry Luca got.This was reckless and dangerous and potentially catastrophic.And I was doing it anyway.Throughout the ride to his place, my heart was beating wildly, adrenaline flooding my system. Every car that passed us made me tense, irrationally worried it might somehow be Luca even though I knew he was home with Dee. Every red light felt too long, too exposed, like someone might recognize us.The fear of being caught made my adrenaline rush, made everything feel sharper and more intense.Dante must have sensed my anxiety because his hand found my thigh, squeezing gently. "Relax, Bambi. We're fine. Luca thinks I left twenty minutes ago, and he thinks you're in your room. No one's going to know.""What if someone saw us leave? What if security mentions it
Dahlia’s POVHis cock stood straight up, thick and hard, the head shiny and bobbing a little as he locked eyes on me. He didn't say a word, just moved fast, closing the space between us. His chest pressed firm against my back, pinning me to the wet tile wall. I felt his erection hot and heavy again
Dahlia’s POVThat seemed to please him.He fed me another bite, then another, slow and careful, like the world had shrunk to only this moment. Every bite was deliberate, like he wanted to make sure I tasted it, liked it, and felt cared for. He watched me chew, his eyes never leaving mine, soft but
Luca’s POVI hated that look. Hated that I was the reason for it.“Why?” I asked softly. “Why were you so afraid?”For a moment, she didn’t speak. She just looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers together like she needed something to hold on to. I stayed quiet. I didn’t rush her. I could fee
Dahlia’s POVI smiled through my tears, my chest aching in that soft, painful way that comes from loving someone too much. Yes, I wanted him to remember. I wanted him to wake up one day and look at me the way he used to, with recognition and certainty.But even if he didn’t…Even if the memories ne







