All Chapters of Lust: Faintest shade of love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Umm…we’ll get going.” Micah muttered silently. I didn’t look at them. But I heard the scrapping of chairs agaisng the marble and retreating footsteps. Alfred excused himself. Dante and Micah left us alone. “Wait,” I said calmly. Too calmly in fact. The ring on my finger was icy and hard, like a thread connecting me to him, for ever, eternity. My heart skipped a beat. I was not ready. I could never be. As much as Silvio enticed me physically, I was not ready to bind with him spiritually. Pulling my hand out of his grasp, I cradled it against my chest, backing away till my back was pressed agsing the digging wolf of the chair. A look of horror on my face. His jaw tightened, with a furious swept, he grabbed me by the arm and jerked me forward, gripping the side of the chair to cage me between his muscular arms. “You think I haven’t waited?” He leaned over me, silver eyes gleaming, and even though there were people around us, I feel the heat coming off his powerful body. “You think

I was still not ready to accept the fact that Silvio wanted to marry me, at lunchtime when I woke up from my deep slumber, two stylish women about my age—show up. Dante was standing outside the door, with them behind him. “They are here for your measurements.” He spoke, motioning to the petite woman standing beside him with pale blonde hair and deep red lips. “She is Lana Serano. Your wedding planner.” My veins ran cold, but I still managed to smile. Lana, the woman I presumed to be quite attractive, returned the smile, and her crooked teeth added a distinctive touch to her appearance.“Hello, Ms Quinitin, I’ll be your wedding planner and this is Elena Colton, your wedding dress designer.” Dante gave a curt nod before leaving us ladies alone. “You’ve a great physique, which is great,” the taller, dark-haired woman who introduced herself as Elena said. “We have a gorgeous Alberta Ferretti that will fit you with minimal alterations. Do you want to see the picture?” There was a slight

My eyes met his. The man beside him stiffened as he read the situation and cunningly took his leave. Silvio’s eyes didn’t leave mine, instead, they narrowed into two slits. “What are you doing here?” He asked again. And I finally found my voice. “I-I was just—“Just what? I could feel my heart pounding within the confines of my chest, its rhythm quickening with each passing second. It was as if an invisible force was nudging it to beat faster, to resonate the sensual tension that gripped my entire being. As he confidently moved towards me, taking one step forward, then another, my senses were heightened, acutely aware of his presence closing in.The distance separating us seemed to diminish with each intimidating movement he made, until finally, he reached a point where we stood merely a few feet apart. The air around us crackled with anticipation, charged with an electrifying sensation that seemed to envelop the space between us. At that moment, time appeared to stand still, as if t

“Shhh.” His lips met mine once again, igniting a flame of desire within me. As his skilled fingers delicately explored my forbidden entryway, a surge of panic coursed through me, causing my muscles to clench. Yet, in the midst of my fear, his thumb sought out my throbbing pleasure center. The orgasm that had momentarily subsided now surged back, reaching its climax with an explosive force. Unable to contain myself, I let out helpless moans as his two fingers penetrated deeper.Once again, my body tightened, but resistance was futile. All I could manage was shaky breaths as he stretched my constricted passage, eliciting a stinging and burning sensation. The overwhelming fullness invaded every fiber of my being, but hidden beneath the discomfort was a promise of something more. My body convulsed in aftershocks of ecstasy, relentlessly pursuing that dark, unexplored pleasure.“Yes, that’s it, baby,” he breathed against my lips, and I shuddered as his thumb finds my clit again. I couldn’t

Throughout the breakfast Silvio and Dante conversed in Italian. I couldnʼt understand, but I could feel the tension behind their words. Where Dante eyes me with worrisome now and then, my husbands seemed more occupied with running his fingers on my thigh. The action was unconscious yet it felt like he was soothing me. “gestisci la situazione, informami se va male.” As Silvio spoke these words, I noticed a subtle change in Dante's demeanor. His body stiffened, and then he nodded in agreement. This small reaction caught my attention and caused a sense of unease to settle within me—as if a puzzle piece had been purposefully hidden from view. It almost felt as though they were conversing in some secret code, a different language designed to keep me in the dark. A new thought slithered its way into my mind, like a sneaky serpent ready to strike. Now that Silvio and I were married, would he continue to keep things from me? We had made vows to each other, promising to share our lives, our