LOGINAMELIA I groan at the pain between my legs as I make my way from the closet to the dresser. Fuck, I'm sore! I mean who wouldn't be after that little fuck fest with Valiente. As if last night wasn't enough, after Alberto left his room and his brothers did same, asking him to send me to mine, he just pinned on the counter in his bathroom and fucked me senseless. We took a shower and got to his bedroom where he fucked me again, then returned us to the bathroom for another shower where he fucked me three more times before finally letting me go to my room. Everything that happened so far just gave me a clearer view that Valiente is not the calm, composed older brother like I always thought him to be. Nope, he's the most reckless and unhinged amongst the three. Especially since he wants me to carry his baby. Thank God I renewed my birth control shot last week. No chances of getting pregnant now. Alberto said he's taking me riding, so I opt for a pair of jeans, a hoodie and some snea
AMELIA)The knock comes again, harder this time, more insistent. Alberto’s voice booms through the thick wood.“Valiente! Open this damn door. I know you’re in there.”My heart slams into my ribs so hard I can taste it in my throat. The sheet slips lower; I yank it back up, clutching it like armor, but it’s useless. I’m naked under here, marked, leaking, reeking of sex and Valiente.Valiente’s smirk vanishes in an instant. He’s on his feet, hand clamping over my mouth before I can make a sound. His eyes lock on mine, sharp, and commanding.“Quiet,” he breathes against my ear, the sound sending shivers down my spine and getting my pussy all wet and wanting. What the fuck!Rafè moves like lightning. He strides to the door but doesn’t open it yet. Instead, he glances back at us, voice low and lethal. “Bathroom. Now.”Valiente doesn’t hesitate. He scoops me up—sheet and all—cradling me against his chest like I’m something precious and breakable, then carries me through the open bathroom
AMELIA Sunlight slices through the heavy curtains like a knife, pulling me out of a dreamless sleep. My body aches in places I didn’t know could ache, thighs sore, core tender, a dull throb between my legs that reminds me exactly what happened last night. I’m tangled in black sheets that smell like Valiente: smoke, leather, and that dark, masculine scent that clings to him like sin.I’m alone in his bed.For a second, panic flares. Did he leave me here like some used toy? But then I hear the voices. Low at first, then rising, sharp and heated. Coming from just outside the bedroom door.I sit up slowly, clutching the sheet to my chest. My dress is crumpled on the floor, panties nowhere in sight. My skin still carries faint red marks from Valiente’s grip, his teeth, his everything. Heat floods my face even as shame twists in my gut.The arguing gets louder. I recognize all three voices now.Rafè. Valiente. Alessio.“…shouldn’t have fucking touched her yet,” Rafè is saying, voice tight
AMELIA My body feels like it’s floating and burning at the same time.Valiente’s arms are steel bands around me as he lifts me off the bed like I weigh nothing. My legs are jelly, my thighs slick, my lips still tingling from him, from the taste of him that lingers on my tongue. I should fight him , I should demand he put me down, send him out and lock myself in like Rafè ordered. But I don't do any of those things. Rather, I let my head fall against his shoulder instead, and I let him carry me.The hallway is dim, silent except for the distant murmur of the party still going downstairs. No one sees us, or stops us. Valiente moves like a shadow, quiet, purposeful, and dangerous.He kicks his bedroom door open with his boot and carries me inside. The room smells like him: leather, smoke, cedar, and something darker, more primal. His bed is massive, black sheets already rumpled like he never sleeps properly. He lowers me onto it gently—too gently for what’s coming—and I immediately try
VALIENTEThe lock clicks just as I push the door open, too late for her to stop me. I step inside, shutting it behind me with a soft thud that makes her jump. She’s halfway to the bed, still in that flimsy dress from the party, hair mussed, eyes wide and glassy like she’s one wrong word from shattering.The beast in me threatens to burst free, but I shut it down. Not yet, not until we know what happened. “Amelia.” My voice comes out lower than I intend. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”She freezes, arms wrapping tighter around herself. “Valiente… how did you…”“Rafè left. I saw him in the hall.” I take a step closer, slow, watching the way her pulse flutters at her throat. “He looked like he wanted to kill someone. What happened?”“Nothing,” she says too quickly. “I’m just tired.”Bullshit. Her voice cracks on the lie, and she’s still trembling, fine shivers she can’t hide. I’ve watched her enough these past weeks to know the difference between her usual fire and this… this quie
AMELIA The first impression you get when you stare at Rafael Romano is that of a calm gentleman. Everything about him reeks of silent composure, the kind that gets women weak on their knees. But in reality he is a glorified asshole. That much is obvious to meHe stands at the foot of the bed, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes. Not amused, not gentle. Just… assessing.“You’re shaking,” he says quietly.“I am not,” I snap back, even though my fingers are digging into the comforter.His jaw tightens. “Did someone touch you?" I look away.Big mistake.In two long strides he’s in front of me, crouching so we’re eye level. “Who was it?” he asks.I shake my head. “No one touched me. They broke into my room." Rafè exhales slowly, like he’s containing something violent. “What did they do?”I swallow, my pride battling against my fear. My fear wins.“Took my stuff.”The words feel like broken glass leaving my throat.His entire body stills. “What.”I force myself to meet his gaz
My mind is hazy, but I can make out the movement of cold, soft, firm lips against mine. A hand comes around my waist, and the person pulls me onto their lap. “Shhhh, baby. You're safe now." Alessio!Desperate for comfort, I cling onto him , wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face in
(AMELIA)In almost twenty two years of knowing Trevor, I've never been as happy to see him as I am right now. Through my slowly blurring vision, I can make out his figure storming into the ladies room. Next second, the hand around my throat is gone and I collapse to the ground, trying to take in as
[AMELIA]Is it possible to get a heart attack just from setting eyes on someone? If it's not then it is as from today. My entire frame goes rigid, my fingers freeze around the glass Alberto had forced me to take. My eyes lock in on Luca's and as much as I want to look away, I can't. It's like my b
“Madam, this is a high standard party, not some random diner with your friends." Nadia tells me as I run the brush through my curls. “The boss won't appreciate seeing you like this." I roll my eyes at her and turn around. “You're being a pain in my ass, Nadia. What's wrong with my dress?" " Every







