The first few hours of my captivity blurred together in a haze of boredom and restlessness. With nowhere to go and nothing productive to do, the bed was now my gilded cage began to feel increasingly suffocating. “I need to get out of here, even if just for some fresh air,” I blurted one afternoon, whirling to face my ever-present chaperone. “Kyle, please, I’m going stir crazy cooped up like this.” The hulking enforcer didn’t even glance up from casually cleaning the wicked-looking pistol in his meaty hands. “Sorry, you know the boss’s rules. You don’t step one foot off this property without me or one of the other capos to keep an eye on that luscious rump.” He shot me a slow wink, his gaze roving over me with an insolent appreciation that made my skin prickle. “Don’t worry, those pretty stems of yours will get some exercise soon enough when Kian comes calling.” Heat flooded my cheeks at the rude insinuation, suddenly regretting having opened my mouth at all. I huffed and stalked a
Kian and I sat across from each other at the dining table, eating in silence. I couldn’t help stealing glances at him, taking in the bruises and cuts that marred his striking features. He seemed utterly unbothered, devouring his food with typical gusto.My eyes traced the sharp lines of his face, the sensual curves of his mouth as he ate. Despite his injuries, I found myself admiring his rugged handsomeness, my gaze lingering perhaps a little too long. He must have felt my stare because he looked up suddenly, those mercurial eyes locking with mine.“See something you like?” he rumbled, one side of his mouth quirking up.I felt heat rush to my cheeks at being caught ogling him so brazenly. “I was just wondering what happened,” I replied, trying to seem nonchalant.Kian set down his utensils and leaned back, assessing me with that intense stare. “Let’s just say there are still some…lingering threats that need handling.”Before I could ask what he meant, he continued. “Which is why your
The heavy silence hung in the air as all eyes turned to me expectantly. Kian’s mother Octavia had asked who I was in a deceptively calm tone laced with steel. I swallowed hard, feeling Kian’s intense stare boring into me from one side and his father Vincenzo’s contemptuous look from the other. I had no choice but to answer. “My name is Isadora,” I began, keeping my voice as steady as possible. “I’m a student at the local university.” Octavia scoffed loudly. “A college girl? This is who you’ve brought into our affairs?” She shook her head in disbelief. “Of all the foolish, reckless things…” Kian and I sat across the large dining table from his parents, an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air. His father Vincenzo studied me with a look of disdain. “So, this is the girl you’ve brought home?” he said gruffly, eyeing my casual sundress with clear disapproval. Before I could reply, Kian spoke up. “Yes, Father. This is Isadora.” Vincenzo grunted. “I see. And what makes this one so
I stared at the ominous message on my phone, my heart pounding in my chest. ‘I’m always watching.’ Was someone spying on me? The thought sent a chill down my spine. Surely it was just a prank, right? I tried to laugh it off, but a nagging sense of unease lingered.The next day, I went to Emercyn’s apartment to gather my belongings. Kyle was told to follow me everywhere, so he trailed behind me like an unwanted shadow.As soon as Emercyn opened the door, she enveloped me in a tight hug. “Oh my god, Isadora! Are you okay? I was so worried when you didn’t come home. And why weren’t you picking your calls?!”“It’s a long story,” I sighed, stepping back. “Can we talk inside?”Once we were settled on her couch, I recounted everything - from being auctioned off to Kian, to the disastrous meeting with his terrifying parents.“They were absolutely horrible, Em,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “His father called me a whore and said my parents must have died of shame over me.”Emercyn’s ey
Kian’s movements became more frenzied, his muscles tensing as he drove into me relentlessly. I was right on the edge, that coiled knot of pleasure threatening to snap at any second.“Kian…please…I’m so close,” I panted, raking my nails down his back desperately.He growled against my neck, the sound vibrating through me deliciously. “Come for me, principessa.”That was all it took to push me over the edge into shattering ecstasy. I cried out sharply as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me. Kian kept thrusting, prolonging my high until finally he went rigid, letting out a guttural groan as he found his own release.We clung to each other, both trembling and covered in sweat when the feeling of desire finally began to clear. I felt utterly boneles, like I could just melt into the mattress.Kian rolled onto his back, chest still heaving. I expected him to make some smug remark about thoroughly claiming what was his. But instead, he just lay there in silence, staring up at t
I tossed and turned in bed, tightly wound with frustration after Kian’s abrupt departure during our heated encounter. My body still thrummed with unfulfilled desire, aching for his touch. With a huff, I rolled onto my side, glaring at Kian’s broad back as he slept beside me. The man was an infuriating enigma. Resigned to a restless night, I closed my eyes and tried to quiet my racing thoughts. Eventually, exhaustion won out, and I drifted into an uneasy slumber. The next morning, Kian was already gone when I woke. A servant informed me he had instructed her to escort me to one of the mansion’s training rooms after breakfast. Confused but curious, I quickly ate and followed the maid’s lead. The training room was massive, with padded floors, racks of weapons, and various training dummies and equipment. A tall, muscular man with close-cropped dark hair stood in the center, looking imposing in his all-black workout gear. “Ah, you must be Isadora,” he greeted with a charming smile as I
I was in shock for the rest of the day after the crazy confrontation with Armani. I couldn’t stop replaying the violent scene in my mind - the sickening crunches as Kian’s fists slammed into Armani, the splashes of blood. And Kian did it all because Armani dared to put his hands on me.A shudder went through me thinking about Kian’s extreme possessiveness. There was no downplaying his motivations - he reacted with swift, brutal violence against someone he saw as touching his “property.” The thought should have filled me with furious indignation that I belonged to no man. But a darker part of me, one I didn’t fully understand, felt something else entirely at Kian’s show of savage dominance. An aching awareness that both shamed and thrilled me.I tried not to dwell too much on those confusing feelings. Instead, I kept myself busy exploring the huge mansion - the libraries, gardens, artwork. Anything to occupy my restless mind.When evening came, I went to the bedroom I shared with Kian,
Kian’s eyes narrowed dangerously at the trembling servant. “What situation?”The man swallowed hard, clearly terrified of angering his boss further. “It’s…your brother, sir. Luca. He’s been shot.”A tense silence fell over the room as the weight of those words sank in. My heart thudded against my ribs as I watched a countless amount of emotions flicker across Kian’s chiseled features - disbelief, fury, and finally a cold, calculating focus.“Details. Now,” he bit out in a tone that brokered no argument.The servant rushed to explain. “We don’t know much yet. Luca was ambushed outside a club downtown about an hour ago. His men got him out and to a safe house, but he took two bullets - one to the shoulder and one to the abdomen. The impact vests saved his life, but he’s lost a lot of blood. The family doctor is with him now, but they need you there right away.”Kian’s jaw ticked, the muscle tensing with barely leashed rage. When he finally spoke, his voice was glacier cold. “Ready my ca