Pov: BiancaThe music had stopped and it seemed like everyone was having a front row seat at the altercation and my humiliation."Run." He growled, cold anger permeating the air so heavily, it skitted down my spine and I tasted animosity on my tongue. "And don't stop running, or so help me God, I will put a bullet through your spine."The man scrambled up to his feet and scurried away.With a nod of his chin, the music started again and everyone went back to what it was they were doing before. As if Andre had not just threatened to murder someone for dancing with me."Have you lost your fucking mind?" I yelled at him, shoving his chest, fed up with his hot cold way of treating me.He didn't even move. I could very well have just tried to move a brick wall."I'd be careful if I were you, Bianca," he said, his voice quiet and scorching cold.The expression in his eyes was so deadly and dark, it would make a lesser man fold and heel but I clenched my teeth and stared him down with a glar

Pov: BiancaWhen I roused awake, it felt like deja vu all over again. I was alone in a bed, an unfamiliar one with the softest pillows and silkiest sheets and unlike the last time when late afternoon sun was sifting through my familiar curtains, it was pitch black in a strange room. I sat up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest when cold wind tickled my bare skin, drawing to my attention that I was naked under the sheets.The memories came rushing back the moment I let them.Tesoro. Vita mia. Take all of me. Take every inch of me. I'm yours. I'm all yours.Kisses across my collarbone, on my lips, up my neck, in places no lips have known on my body. His hands on me, squeezing, kneading, caressing, conjuring up a fire from within me until I was panting and desperate for him.It didn't mean anything if he had left me on my own again.The ache in my chest... Now THAT'S familiar. His lingering touches and sweet kisses would be impossible to forget if he decides to stay away from me

Pov: Bianca We had a routine for our clandestine relationship. All week, during the day, I went for lectures, hung out with Delilah and some acquaintances in my faculty, studied and worked on school work and volunteer projects, all the while keeping up with the presence of my bodyguards. We were on cordial terms now, all five of them, except Alfonso who still held me at arm's length. I guess I deserved it for nearly costing him his job. I had lunch with the DiMarcos throughout the week. Seeing as my mama and Emilio were away on their honeymoon, it was just us kids and Creed, Inés' fiance. During lunch, Andre's smoldering gaze would find mine and my cheeks would get so hot. Most times, when we weren't disagreeing over what condiments to go with our food or biting off each other's heads for more mundane reasons, he'd ignore me like I was nothing more than his pesky, annoying little stepsister who was more trouble than she was worth. In the evenings, I ordered chinese or reheated lef

Pov: BiancaI don't know what I was expecting Andre's apartment to look like. Maybe black and empty, like his heart, or closer to a hell fire king of the underworld theme. His penthouse had a classy, cold feeling with high windows, egg white walls, shiny marble floors and exquisite chandeliers. The entire east and north walls were sliding windows that opened to a balcony with a glittering pool and the entire city below us featured a nice backdrop.The penthouse had an open floor plan and from where I stood in the middle of the living room, I could see the state of the art kitchen with its many shiny steel appliances and silverware, quartz countertops topped with a six burner cooker right in the middle of it, a kitchen island and so many perfectly clean, washed and polished cooking pots and pans hung from a holder in the ceiling. The lights were turned on and it cast a sleepy glow over the very beautiful kitchen.It made me want to cook there. And I don't like to cook. Don't even know

I placed my lips on the tip and pressed soft, gentle kisses all over it, my hand stroking the entire length of him as pleasure bloomed within me and spread throughout my lower abdomen in intense gusts of heat.He looked up at the ceiling, his chest rising up and down so fast, I would have thought he was about to have a heart attack if he wasn't Andre fucking DiMarco.Italian curses spewed out of his lips as I swirled my tongue around his tip, his entire body tightening at that one little action, so I did it again, loving how responsive his body was to me.I closed my eyes and licked up the entire length of him like I would lick a lollipop, loving his taste, his warmth, his scent, the sounds he made. How easily he switched to Italian in the throes of passion.He let out an anguished gasp as I took him in for the first time, his body going slack on the couch and he thrusted his hips deeper into my mouth.He tasted so good, I couldn't help the hum of satisfaction that escaped my lips as