LOGINAndrea's POV“But first,” he said, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his dark gaze intense yet surprisingly tender, “I’m going to feed you. Because I know you probably skipped lunch while you were lost in that novel of yours, and I need you to have your energy for everything I have planned.”He was right—I had skipped lunch, too caught up in writing and the nervous thrill of sneaking out of the mansion. The thoughtfulness of him noticing, of putting my well-being before his obvious hunger, made my heart swell until it felt too big for my ribs. This was Luca’s ruthless second-in-command, the man who enforced deadly orders without flinching, yet here he was, wanting to take care of me first.“Okay,” I agreed softly, smiling up at him. “Feed me. And then… you can do whatever you want with me.”His smile was pure predatory satisfaction—slow, devastating, and full of dark promise. “Oh, I plan to, baby. I definitely plan to.”He took my hand and led me further into the penthous
Andrea's POVAfter we hung up, I sat there for a moment, just smiling at my phone like an idiot. A few days with Dante. No sneaking, no time limits, no fear of getting caught. Just us.It sounded perfect.I grabbed my overnight bag—bigger this time since I was packing for multiple days—and started throwing things in. Clothes for several days, enough underwear and bras, toiletries, my laptop so I could keep working on my novel, chargers for all my devices, the book I was currently reading.I paused over my lingerie drawer, debating. Then I grabbed a few of my prettier sets—lace and silk in black and burgundy—and tucked them in the bag. If I was going to be spending days in Dante's apartment, I might as well make it memorable.When I was packed, I headed downstairs with my bag. Mrs. Cruz was in the kitchen, and I stopped to talk to her."Mrs. Cruz, I'm going to visit some friends from college who are in the city," I said, using the same cover story I'd used before. "I'll be gone for a f
Andrea's POVOne more kiss, this one lingering and sweet, and then he was helping me into the car and closing the door.I watched him through the tinted window as the car pulled away, watched him stand there on the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, watching me go.The drive back to the mansion took less than fifteen minutes. The driver was professional and silent, asking no questions, making no conversation. Just as Dante had promised.When we pulled up to the mansion's gates, I had him drop me off a little ways down the street. Better to walk the rest of the way and sneak in rather than have the security team log a car service dropping me off.I waited until the car was out of sight, then grabbed my bag and headed toward the side entrance I'd left through last night. My heart was pounding with nervous energy, half-expecting to run into Luca or someone who'd ask where I'd been.But luck was on my side. The gardens were empty, the side door was unlocked, and I made it inside with
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
Dahlia's POVA slow, wicked smile spread across his face—that smile that always made my stomach flip and my thighs clench. "As you wish, Mrs. Romano."His hands began to roam over my body with purpose now, no longer just exploring but claiming, possessing. He touched me everywhere—my shoulders, my
Dahlia's POV"You love it," I said."I do," she admitted. "You guys are perfect together. I'm so happy for you, Dahlia. Really."But even as she said it, I saw that shadow pass over her face again. That sadness that she couldn't quite hide.My heart ached for her. Here she was, throwing me this bac
Dahlia's POV"Yes!" I agreed, fanning myself with my hand. "God, it's warm in here."But it wasn't just the temperature of the club that had me feeling overheated. It was the entire experience—the sensual dancing, the intimate performance, the confidence and sexuality on display. It had awakened so
Dahlia's POVI put my hair up in a high ponytail, which made me look younger and more playful. Then I did my makeup—smoky eyes with gold shimmer, rosy cheeks, nude glossy lips. By the time I was done, I actually felt pretty. Sexy, even, despite the growing belly.I stood in front of the full-length







