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The Next Morning: No Way OutIt was warm when I woke up.The kind that came from something more hazardous than sunlight or blankets.Someone.Dante.I opened my eyes, gasping for air. He remained there.He was lying beside me, his arm still slung over my waist as if he would never let go, his bare chest rising and falling in the gloomy morning light.What is the worst?I wished he wouldn't.With the pain still pulsing through my body, I forced myself to swallow while attempting to ignore the heat that still existed between us.It happened last night.I allowed it to occur.And now?I was fucked now.since it involved more than just sex.It wasn't.Dante shifted next to me, his fingers grazing my hip absently as he exhaled slowly.I stiffened.His eyes remained closed as his lips formed a smirk. "You are conscious."I did not respond.because I did not believe in myself.Dante hummed in a deep, contented voice. "Are you planning to go for a run, or are you always this quiet in the morn
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Luca's Flight: The Deception of DistanceI promised myself that I would never return.Last night did not mean anything, I told myself.that I would not make the same mistake twice with Dante.But my mind would not fucking stop talking as I sat by myself in my apartment, still holding the glass of whiskey.I was still sensing him.I felt his body's warmth against mine. He seemed to be memorizing me based on the slow, knowing way his hands had mapped me out.As if he anticipated my return.Fuck.I had to get my thoughts straight.I told myself that I was only going for a drive as I picked up my jacket and left.However, I was parked outside Dante's penthouse half an hour later.I also detested how simple it was.I detested the fact that he had me tethered to his finger.I gripped the steering wheel and inhaled deeply.I could go back.I should go back.Then—My phone lit up with a text.Dante: You took too long.My stomach grew constricted.I did not respond.I just stepped out of the v
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The Following Morning: A Perilous DiscoveryI ought to have gone.I should have moved away from him, changed into my clothes, and walked the fuck out as soon as my eyes opened.However, I didn't.since Dante was still present.still at my side.still clinging to me as though I were his property.What is the worst?I gave him permission.His body was warm against mine, his breathing even and slow, his arm resting languidly over my waist.My mind was yelling at me to get up, so I swallowed hard and stared at the ceiling.to rise. to act as though nothing had changed since last night.However, it had.And I had no idea how to handle that.I took a deep breath, moving a little—Dante's hold became more firm.Even though his voice was rough from sleep, he was still very arrogant."You remain here."I tensed up. "Stop talking."Dante's lips touched my shoulder as he laughed.Fuck."I am not disputing it," he whispered.I tightened my jaw. "Do not begin."His fingers moved slowly, deliberate
Last Updated : 2025-03-17Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss No One Touches What’s Mine
The Club: An Open ProclamationThe club was full.Bass is loud. dim illumination. The air curled with the smell of cigarette smoke and pricey liquor.This club was not your typical one. Dante owned this.And this evening? Something was different.Because Dante was not going to hide it tonight.He walked next to me, his firm but gentle hand hovering at the small of my back as he led me through the crowd. possessive.His men noticed.Matteo smirked, as if he had been waiting for this, but he raised an eyebrow.None of the other guys questioned it.Dante Valenci went unquestioned.And what was his, no one would dare touch.Fuck.I let out a sharp breath, sensing the weight of their gazes and the unsaid information weighing down on me.They were aware.They were all fucking aware.Dante also desired that they do so.An Opponent's Error: Assessing Dante's PossessivenessDante took me to the VIP lounge, where the most dangerous men in the city congregated around crystal glasses and leather
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The warm glow of the lights was reflected onto the deep red carpet by gold chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. The air was filled with the shuffle of cards, the hum of conversation, and the occasional cheer from a table that had won.Together, Dante and I entered.He was cool, collected, and untouchable as usual.As we went inside, his hand, as usual, found the small of my back.But this evening?There was a change.Because he was not merely being protective tonight.He was staking his claim tonight.As soon as we entered the casino floor, I became aware of it.how I was perceived by others. The speed at which they averted their gaze.since Dante was no longer concealing it.He was making sure they all fucking knew, that is why.I leaned in a little and let out a sharp exhale. "Why in the world are you doing this?"Dante sipped his whiskey with a sly smile. "How does it appear?"His fingers made a faint but noticeable impression on my lower back.I tightened my jaw. "You are creat
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Dante's control tightens as the shift occurs.I ought to have gone.I promised myself that I would.However, Dante's voice interrupted me as soon as I reached for my jacket."Go away."I squinted as I turned. "Pardon me?"As if he had not just given me instructions, Dante leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped his coffee.As if he had not made the decision for me.As if he knew I would comply.With ease, he put down his cup and said, "You are not going anywhere."I sneered. "You do not own me, as far as I can tell."Dante grinned. "Do not I?"My heartbeat quickened.Because what is the worst?I had no idea how to respond to that.Dante pushed off the counter and took slow, methodical steps toward me.I ought to have retreated.However, I didn't.Because I was curious to see what he would say next.I already knew something.I could feel the warmth radiating from his body as he stopped directly in front of me.And then—his fingers touched my jaw.Gentle. Too supple."You believe
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The Fallout: A Change Has OccurredThere was silence on the drive back.Completely relaxed, Dante sat next to me, tapping his thigh with one hand while resting the other languidly on the steering wheel.As if nothing had occurred.As if I had not just demonstrated my ownership of him with blood on my hands.I pressed my fingers to my knee.I should have been ill. This steady, quiet hum in my chest should have been something else.But his voice in my ear was all I could think about."Well done, boy."I forced myself to swallow while attempting to ignore the heat that was still permeating my body and gazing out the window.I was becoming less of myself.What is the worst?I did not give a damn.The Penthouse: An Alternative Form of StressI thought he would return to work as soon as we entered.to check his phone, pour himself a drink, and pretend nothing had happened.He turned to me instead.And he simply looked for the first time.It is not as though he was planning my next move.He
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