FAZER LOGINAndrea’s POVI bit my lip, debating. Part of me wanted to just remove my shirt and avoid answering. But another part of me—the part that was growing bolder with each day I spent with him—wanted to tell him exactly what I fantasized about."Fine," I said, meeting his eyes directly and refusing to look away even as I felt my cheeks heat. "I'd want you to tie me up again. Blindfold me like you did before. Use the ice again—that was incredible. Edge me until I was begging and crying for release."His breathing had gotten heavier, his pupils dilating as he listened."And then?" he prompted when I paused."That's more than one thing.""You're not done. I can tell. Keep going."I took a shaky breath. "I'd want you to use your belt on me. Not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to sting. Enough to make me feel it. And then I'd want you to fuck me so hard I'd feel it for days. So hard I'd have marks all over my body reminding me who I belong to."The last words came out barely above a whisp
Andrea’s POVHeat flooded through me at the image he'd painted. "Tempting. But no. Today is about letting you actually heal."He groaned dramatically. "You're killing me, Bambi.""You'll survive." I climbed out of bed. "Now let me get the first aid kit so I can change those bandages."I retrieved the kit from the bathroom and settled back on the bed beside him. Carefully, I unwrapped the bandages from his right hand first.The wounds looked better than I'd expected—no signs of infection, though the swelling was still significant and the cuts were deep and angry-looking. I cleaned them gently with antiseptic, applied fresh antibiotic ointment, and rewrapped them with clean bandages."You're good at this," Dante observed as I moved to his left hand."I was a candy striper in high school," I admitted. "Volunteered at the hospital during summers. Learned basic first aid and wound care.""A candy striper," he repeated with amusement. "Of course you were. Probably looked adorable in the uni
Andrea's POVWe stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the comfortable silence stretching between us. But my mind was racing, despite the peaceful moment.I kept replaying his words from last night. "You've made me want things I never thought I'd want. Made me feel things I swore I'd never feel."What did that mean, exactly? Was he falling for me the way I was falling for him? Or was it just intense attraction, possessiveness, the natural connection between two people who had incredible chemistry?And more importantly—did I have the courage to ask?"You're thinking too loud," Dante murmured, his hand stroking up and down my back. "I can practically hear the gears turning in your head."I lifted my head to look at him. "Can I ask you something?""Anything."I hesitated, trying to figure out how to phrase this without making it sound like I was asking for declarations of love. Because I knew how he felt about that. He'd told me explicitly in that bathtub our first night
Andrea's POVHe laughed, the sound rich and genuine and full of affection. "You're adorable when you're flustered."I pulled my hand away and climbed out of bed, ignoring his continued laughter. "I'm going to make breakfast," I announced with as much dignity as I could muster while standing there completely naked. "You're going to stay here and rest. And we're going to have a serious conversation about you taking care of your injuries properly.""Yes, ma'am," he said, his tone teasing but his eyes warm.I grabbed one of his t-shirts from the floor—the black one he'd worn last night—and pulled it on. It was huge on me, falling to mid-thigh, the sleeves hanging past my elbows. But it was comfortable and it smelled like him, and that was all that mattered."Stay," I commanded, pointing at him sternly."Where would I go?" he asked innocently. "My nurse just ordered me to rest."I rolled my eyes but couldn't suppress my smile as I headed toward the door."Andrea?" he called after me.I tur
Andrea's POVNot now.Not ever, if he'd have me.The realization settled over me like a warm blanket, bringing with it a sense of peace and certainty I hadn't expected. This was right. He was right. We were right together, despite all the reasons we shouldn't be.I could make this work. Could find a way to have a life with him even knowing the risks. Could love him despite—or maybe because of—the danger and violence that came with his world.I just had to be brave enough to choose it. To choose him.And I was.I snuggled deeper into his arms, turning slightly so I could press my back more firmly against his chest. His unconscious grip tightened around me immediately, pulling me closer, his body seeking mine even in sleep.Safe.Protected.Home.That's what being in his arms felt like. Not despite the violence, but because of it. Because I knew that anyone who tried to hurt me would have to go through him first, and good luck surviving that.With that thought bringing a small smile to
Andrea's POVI stood up and he pulled me into his lap, careful not to jostle his injured hands too much. I straddled him on the edge of the bathtub, my arms wrapping around his neck, his forehead resting against mine."I love that you're not afraid of me," he said quietly. "That you saw what I'm capable of tonight and you're still here. Still touching me. Still caring about whether my hands heal properly.""I'm not afraid of you," I confirmed. "I don't think I ever could be. Not when I know that violence isn't who you are at your core. It's just what you do when you need to protect the people you care about.""You make me sound noble. Like I'm some kind of hero.""Aren't you? You saved me tonight. Saved that other girl too. If that's not heroic, I don't know what is."He shook his head with a small smile. "You see the best in me, even when there's nothing good to see.""That's not true. There's so much good in you, Dante. You just don't let most people see it." I pressed a kiss to his
Dahlia’s POVTwo of them stood at the far end of the hall, and another was stationed closer to the stairs. Big men in black suits, built like walls. Their faces were unreadable, their stares fixed straight ahead, but I could feel it—the way they noticed me without actually looking. Like shadows tha
Dahlia’s POVI swallowed hard, nodding slowly, though my chest felt tight. The eggs blurred in front of me as tears threatened, but I blinked them back and forced another bite into my mouth. I chewed and swallowed, even though the taste had turned bland and heavy.The glass of juice trembled in my
Dahlia’s POVThe car slowed to a stop, and I felt my stomach twist itself into a hard knot. My fingers curled into the fabric of my gown, bunching it up in my lap as though holding onto it would keep me steady. The driver stepped out, and a second later the door beside Luca opened. He got out first,
Dahlia’s POVWhen she finally stepped back, I almost didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at me. My lips were painted a soft, glowing red that made them look fuller than they really were. My lashes were long and dark, brushing lightly against my skin each time I blinked, and my face looked







