LOGINAndrea's POVThankfully, the luxurious bathroom was empty when I stepped inside. The space was elegant—marble counters, soft lighting, and a faint scent of expensive soap. My heart was pounding with anticipation and adrenaline. I checked my reflection quickly, lips still swollen from our kisses, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with desire.Exactly one minute later, the door opened.Dante stepped inside, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. Without a word, he locked the door behind him with a decisive click that echoed in the quiet space. The sound sent a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs.He crossed the distance in two strides and pulled me into a desperate, devouring kiss. His hands were everywhere—cupping my face, sliding down my back, gripping my ass as he pressed me back against the marble counter. I moaned into his mouth, fingers threading through his dark hair, tugging just hard enough to make him growl.When he finally pulled away, we were both panting. His eyes were wild
Andrea's POVI stood up from my seat, the soft black fabric of my dress brushing against my thighs as I moved. Dante’s eyes followed every step I took around the table to his side of the booth, confusion and curiosity flickering across his handsome face. The candlelight caught the sharp line of his jaw and the dark intensity of his gaze, making my heart race even faster.I didn’t give him time to ask what I was doing.I simply leaned down, cupped his face in both my hands, and kissed him.It wasn’t a gentle, sweet kiss. It was passionate, possessive, and claiming—raw and unapologetic. I poured everything into it: all my want, all the sharp sting of jealousy that Lana had stirred, and every ounce of my need to stake my claim on this man right in front of the woman who thought she could waltz up and proposition him like I wasn’t even there. My lips moved against his with fierce hunger, my tongue sweeping into his mouth as I tasted the rich red wine we’d been sharing and the undeniable h
Andrea'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
Dahlia’s POVI saw her whole body tense up at the mention of Dante's name. Her hand tightened around mine almost painfully before she seemed to realize and loosened her grip."Why haven't you and Dante spoken to Luca yet?" I asked gently. "About your relationship? I thought you were going to tell h
Dahlia's POVMy skin felt hot. Flushed. Every nerve ending seemed to be on high alert, hypersensitive and wanting. I shifted restlessly on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing helped.I needed him.I could text him. Ask him to come back to our room. He'd come immediately—he a
Dahlia's POVHe didn't need to be told twice. His grip on my hips tightened, and he started thrusting harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the office.The desk creaked slightly under the force of his movements, and something—maybe a pen or a paperweight—fell to the floor
Dahlia's POV"Is that all?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. He was trying to maintain his composure, trying to act like he was still in control. But I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands gripped the armrests of his chair."Maybe not all," I admitted with a small smile.I



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