LOGINAndrea's POVLater that evening, Dante took me to dinner at an expensive restaurant in Manhattan. The kind of place with white tablecloths, candlelight, and a wine list thicker than my novel manuscript. The kind of place where celebrities and politicians dined, where discretion was guaranteed and the bill for a single meal could probably feed a family for a month.I'd changed into one of the nicer dresses I'd packed—a black number that hugged my curves and made my eyes pop. Dante had looked at me like he wanted to skip dinner entirely when I'd walked out of his bedroom, his dark eyes heating in a way that made my stomach flip."You look stunning," he'd said, his voice rough. "Almost too beautiful to take out in public. Makes me want to keep you all to myself.""We have all night for that," I'd reminded him with a smile. "Right now, feed me. I'm starving."We'd been enjoying our evening, tucked away in a semi-private corner booth. The food was incredible, the wine was smooth, and the c
Andrea's POVMy eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Like… a real date?”He chuckled, the sound low and warm against my skin. “Yes, Bambi. A real date. Candlelight, good food, wine… the whole thing. I want to take you out properly, show you off a little, even if we have to be careful. You deserve more than just being locked away in this penthouse with me.”Joy bubbled up inside me so fast I couldn’t contain it. I squealed in pure excitement, the sound high and girlish, and suddenly found the energy to push at his shoulders. Dante let me roll us over with a surprised laugh, and I straddled his hips, my ruined dress still bunched around my waist, breasts bare and nipples tight from the cool air and lingering arousal.I leaned down and kissed him fiercely, pouring all my happiness and lingering desire into it. My hands cupped his face as our tongues tangled, slow and deep. I could feel his cock, still half-hard and slick with our combined releases, beginning to thicken and harden again
Andrea's POVHe climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he knelt between my spread thighs. His hands were rough but reverent as they slid up my legs, pushing the soft green fabric of my dress all the way up to my waist. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tore them clean off with one sharp tug. The delicate lace gave way with a satisfying rip that sent another rush of arousal flooding through me.Dante lowered himself between my thighs, broad shoulders forcing my legs wider apart. He inhaled deeply, breathing me in like I was his favorite scent, then wrapped his lips around my swollen clit without warning.The pleasure was immediate and devastating. My back arched sharply off the bed, a broken moan tearing from my throat as his hot mouth sucked gently, tongue flicking in tight, perfect circles. He groaned against my slick flesh, the vibration shooting sparks straight through my core. One thick finger slid inside me, then two, curling exper
Andrea'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
Dahlia’s POVShe flinched like I’d slapped her, and for a moment I felt guilty. Then I remembered all the nights I cried alone in my room, sketchbook hidden under my bed because I was told it was pointless. I remembered standing in the corner while Denise was praised, defended, protected.“I loved
Dahlia’s POVThe word almost slipped out. Love. My tongue froze around it. It felt too heavy, too precious to say just like that. We were still growing, still learning each other, and he had just opened up his heart. I didn’t want to rush something so important. So I swallowed it back and let silen
Dahlia’s POVAfter a long time just cuddling under the sheets, our legs tangled and my cheek resting on his chest, Luca finally whispered that we needed to get ready for dinner. His voice was soft and deep, vibrating under my ear. I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to stay there forever, warm and
Dahlia’s POVLuca pulled up to the hotel and I straightened my clothes real quick. My skirt was all bunched up from how wet I got teasing him in the car. I also put on my panties. Luca got out and opened my door like a gentleman, but his eyes were dark and hungry. He grabbed my hand tight and we wa







