Mag-log inSo sorry again for the error in chapter 160. Been sick and writing has been stressful but I'm better now and I will try to avoid such mistakes in future.
Andrea'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 POVWhen I got downstairs, I saw a man standing near the front door. He looked like he’d been waiting for me for a while because his posture was straight and alert, hands clasped neatly in front of him. He was tall—easily over six feet—with broad shoulders that filled out his dark suit perf
Luca’s POVAs I sat at the long glass table surrounded by my business partners, I couldn’t stop thinking about my wife. Their voices sounded far away, like background noise I didn’t care to focus on. They were talking about profits, contracts, and numbers, but my mind wasn’t there. It was with her.
Dahlia’s POVWhen the driver pulled up in front of the little café, I stepped out first. Liam followed, keeping his usual few steps behind me, his eyes scanning the street as if someone might jump out at any moment.The café smelled like freshly baked bread and coffee, and the quiet hum of conversa
Dahlia’s POV We finally got to the jewelry store, and the car slowed to a smooth stop in front of a tall glass building with shiny gold letters above the entrance. I could already tell it was one of those expensive places where everyone spoke in low, polite voices and everything sparkled like it wa







