Siena’s breath caught. His warm breath skimmed her skin, sending a rush of heat through her veins.“Can’t you feel it?” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly whisper, thick with desire as he pulled her even closer—if that was possible, because they were already so near that not even air could pass between them. Siena was pressed against his warm, naked body, feeling every ridge and groove of his finely sculpted muscles, the result of years of relentless training. She bit her lip, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as his husky whisper echoed in her ears,“I’m so hot for you, baby.”Siena’s eyes slid shut as a fresh wave of sensation shot straight to her core, making her grip his shoulder in a desperate attempt to steady herself. Her knees buckled, her feet suddenly weak, as her husband’s hungry lips traced her cheek, jawline, and moved toward her throat. Her head tilted back instinctively, offering him more of her skin—only to open her eyes in surprise when
When Siena woke, the room was empty. Cristiano was nowhere to be found. She checked the bathroom—still nothing. For a brief moment, a playful thought crossed her mind. He’s probably at the gym… she would surprise him, maybe tease him a little. A small, mischievous smile curled on her lips as she imagined how she’d catch him off guard.But when she stepped out of the bedroom and headed toward the gym, her smile froze. In the corridor, she saw her husband and father-in-law standing together in a quiet conversation. Their faces were tense, their voices low but sharp. She crept closer, heart racing—and what she heard made her world collapse.They were discussing her husband’s second marriage.It had only been a week since their wedding… and they were already planning to bring him a second wife?A wave of unbearable pain hit her chest so hard she nearly crumpled. Nothing—not even the heartbreak with Fabio, not even the way her own family had abandoned her—could compare to this. This was de
“He is my blood, not a bastard, Cristiano. Mind your language. You both are my sons,” Vittorio scolded sharply.Cristiano’s glare burned like hell, his stormy eyes dark with disgust. Vittorio’s voice softened instinctively—he knew how dangerous his son’s anger could be. If Cristiano lost control, Gino might not live to regret it. Cristiano was ruthless, indifferent to emotions or ties. Blood and family meant nothing to him.“There will be a way to end this rivalry between you two. You are brothers, for God’s sake,” Vittorio said, his tone heavy with defeat.“Hand over everything to me,” Cristiano said, his voice cold and calm, controlled yet deadly. “Then he’ll stop scheming. Once he knows there’s nothing to gain after my death, he’ll stay in line.”Vittorio’s eyes snapped to his son. “Fulfill the condition, and it’s yours,” he reminded, the words repeated countless times whenever Cristiano pressed for the full control of the business empire.“So… how long will it take?” Vittorio aske
“Still thinking about your ex?” He asked as his voice edged with dominance.Siena froze, a chill running down her spine. Had she spoken her thoughts aloud without realizing it? How could he know… everything she was feeling? Everything she was thinking?“Tell me, baby girl,” he murmured, lifting himself slightly to hover over her, his stormy grey eyes locked on hers. “Do you still miss him?”The question took her off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless. Did she still miss Fabio? He had broken her heart, and for a moment, anger and hurt flared inside her. But could anyone truly forget their first love? Seeing him again—even now, she is married to Cristiano—had made her heart skip a beat. She had to remind herself: she was no longer his, and what Fabio had done—leaving her, shattering her—was unforgivable.She lifted her lashes, meeting Cristiano’s expectant gaze. Her fingers traced his cheek softly, full of affection. “I’m your wife. No other man will ever cross my mind the way y
Cristiano lay beside his beautiful wife, his eyes drinking in her face. He brushed a stray curl away from her cheek, as if to see her more clearly, more hungrily. His heart fluttered; his breath quickened. She was beauty itself—those pink-streaked locks, that soft, round face… like a porcelain doll, his doll. The more he looked at her, the less he felt satisfied. No matter how often he gazed upon her, his hunger only deepened. His heart craved more, always more.His knuckles traced the curve of her cheek, and his thumb lingered over her plump, red lips. Even in sleep, her lips parted slightly, soft and vulnerable—and he couldn’t resist any longer. Leaning over her, he pressed his lips to hers. She stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips in sleep. It was five in the morning, and she had been awake the entire night; now that she finally slept, her rest was deep and heavy. But her devil of a husband seemed determined not to let her sleep.He lifted her top and let his hand trail
As soon as they entered their room, Cristiano gently set Siena on her feet and began removing his suit jacket, then slowly loosened the buttons of his shirt one by one.Siena’s breath hitched. Her eyes, wet with tears, were fixed on him, wide with fear. The thought of seeing his wound terrified her. As he opened the final button and peeled the shirt off, she bit her lip hard, trying to suppress a sob. Her eyes darted away, unwilling to face the sight.For a few seconds, he stood still, bare-chested. Finally, gathering courage, Siena turned back, took a shaky breath, and glanced at his torso.Her eyes went wide in disbelief.He was unharmed.Not a scratch, not a trace of blood.Relief and disbelief flooded her expression. She instinctively stepped closer, her hands trembling as they reached for his chest and abdomen. Her fingers traced over the taut muscles, the smooth skin, and the dark ink of tattoos stretching from his shoulder down his arm—nothing more.Her eyes searched every inch