Mag-log inA few tears slipped down her cheeks.Cristiano stood there speechless as Siena continued.“I can’t believe they abandoned me just like that,” she sobbed, and he couldn’t hold back anymore—he pulled her into his chest. She clung to him, crying harder.“I miss my mom… she loved me so much. How could she leave me like this?” Her voice cracked. “Raffaele was always so protective of me. How could my big brother just forget about me? And Silvia—my sister—she panicked every time I so much as sneezed. She studied medicine because she wanted to keep me healthy forever. How could she leave me?”Tears poured down her face.“And Dad… Dad was always worried about me. He made sure I never suffered, not even a little. He wanted the best of everything for me.” Her voice broke completely. “Now he’s gone… without a trace. Not even thinking twice about who would take care of his baby girl.”Cristiano cupped her face in his large palms and gently lifted her head so she would look at him.“I’m here, doll,
The next morning, before Siena had even fully opened her eyes, Cristiano scooped her into his arms. He didn’t bother asking anything—not how she felt, not what she planned to do—he simply carried her straight into the bathroom, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.He wanted to bathe with her.The shower, meant to be a quick ten-minute rinse, stretched into an hour the moment his hands slid over her skin—time unraveled, and everything else ceased to exist. Siena was pressed to the shower wall, and he kept thrusting hard and fast, so deep into her. The steam enveloped them, warm water running over their tangled bodies. His touch was slow at first—possessive, hungry—and then everything blurred into breathless urgency against the tile. The world narrowed to the sensation of him, the water, the heat, the way he kept himself buried in her like she was something he couldn’t let go of.By the time their shower sex ended, Siena’s legs felt like they no longer belonged to her. Her
Moscow, late night — a tired barroom where whispers traveled faster than the vodka.“Pakhan,” a man hissed from the shadowed table. “The new Italian Don is married. The woman he married — she isn’t a secret anymore.”The Pakhan rose as if pulled by a wire. The room sucked in a breath; his face closed like a gate. Grey-streaked hair framed a hawkish face, hazel eyes so cold they cut through the smoke. His bulk filled the space; his presence — part animal, part authority — made the messenger swallow and every man at the table shrink back.“Finally,” the Pakhan muttered. “I found her.”He stared at the grainy photo passed around the table. For years, he’d kept a small, impossible hope buried — the only hope that the missing girl might still be alive. Now that hope slammed into terrible proof.“How are you so sure it’s her?” another voice asked, guarded.The Pakhan snapped his head around so quickly it might have cracked a bone; when his gaze landed on the man, it burned like a brand. “Be
When they finally broke apart, breathless, she gave him a playful push toward the steering wheel and gestured with her eyes for him to start the car.He exhaled deeply, as if reluctant to end the moment, before starting the ignition and shifting his focus on the road ahead.Their drive led them to a high-end music store, its glass walls showcasing rows of gleaming instruments. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight.“You brought me here?” she asked softly, turning to him.“It’s time to upgrade, mia piccola regina del rock. Go on, choose the best one.” he said simply, his tone firm but affectionate.She couldn’t help but smile as her eyes swept over the rows of guitars — and then she saw it, the one she had always dreamed of owning. It was right there in their collection. Without a moment’s hesitation, she picked it up, running her fingers lovingly over the sleek strings of her chosen instrument.“This one!” she said, turning to him with a bright grin. He nodded in approval before ha
Siena instantly sensed it and dropped her gaze, nervously chewing her lower lip in embarrassment. She had said it boldly in the moment, but now she realized what she’d done—especially when Cristiano pronounced punishment in that deep, seductive voice.“Tell me, doll,” he pressed, his tone almost commanding.She lifted her eyes slightly, only to lower them again. “I already told you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.“What did you tell me?” he asked again, clearly enjoying her flustered state.Siena shook her head, knowing perfectly well he was teasing her.“That… if you hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have let you enter our bedroom.”He chuckled lowly, the sound deep and rich, and lightly tapped the side of her head. “You and your silly punishments.”Her brows furrowed, a mix of frustration and embarrassment flashing across her face.“Yeah, that’s what I call silly, doll. Is that even supposed to be a punishment?” he smirked, leaning closer. His voice dropped an octave lower, deep and
Before she could stop herself, Siena threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.Cristiano instantly deepened the kiss, pressing her back against the seat in a rush of urgency. His hand cradled her jaw as their mouths moved in perfect rhythm—slow, hungry, and desperate. They kissed for what felt like forever, only pulling away when the lack of air forced them to, their foreheads still touching, breaths mingling.“I think today might be my last day at this college,” Siena giggled, though her breathless laughter was bright and full of joy.Cristiano frowned, lines forming between his brows. “And why would that happen?”She grinned, brushing her hair from her face. “Well, we’ve kissed so many times in college—first in the corridor, then on the stage, and now in the parking lot.” She shook her head in amusement. “I’m sure I’ll get an expulsion notice soon.”Despite her words, Siena didn’t regret a single moment—not when it came to Cristiano and his unapologetic, public dis







