Vincenzo POVI came into the kitchen the next morning at my usual time. My son was there with Zia, but Valentina was still absent. She’d been too ill from grappa to eat with us last evening and apparently was not yet awake. I didn’t like it.Dimitri and Valentina seemed happy yesterday in the tasting room. Unable to help myself, I’d watched the security footage, soaking in the way she smiled at him. Studying the curve of her lips when she laughed. It was clear she liked my son, and I told myself that was a good thing. A sign of their future together, a team working toward the common goal of the future success of the Morreti family.I kissed Zia’s cheeks and made a cup of espresso. Dimitri was on his phone, scrolling through videos of some kind. He’d gone out last night for work and, from the looks of it, was only getting home. “Rough night?” I asked.Out of respect, he put down his phone and gave me his full attention. “No. I was at the club until around three. Then we had a shipment

Valentina POVEven if I didn’t want to admit it, I was excited to go out tonight. I told myself it was because I wanted to see Siderno, to look for possible escape routes. It was definitely that, but it was also the chance to get out of the castle. I hated being cooped up there, and a night in a fancy dress, at a fancy restaurant, sounded like heaven.That was how far I’d fallen in just a few days. Dimitri was chatty during the drive into town, pointing out places and things, sharing funny stories about his childhood. The more I was around him, the less he seemed like a hardened gangster like his father. Dimitri was thoughtful and smart, playful and entertaining, basically everything Vincenzo was not. If they didn’t look so much alike, I wouldn’t guess they were related.At the restaurant, everyone fawned over us like we were Kate Middleton and Prince William. I supposed we were sort of royalty, considering Dimitri ’s last name. We were seated in a private room, the table covered w

AUTHOR'S NOTE:- TINA IS VALENTINA'S NICKNAME. AND THE OTHER TINA HERE IN THIS STORY IS THE DRESS DESIGNER'S NAME. SO PLEASE DON'T GET CONFUSE..... ENJOY READING 🥰😘🥰****************Vincenzo POVBeads of sweat cascaded off my body, dripping onto the belt of my treadmill. I ran every morning in my gym, but today I couldn’t seem to stop, punishing myself for no reason. While I had forced Dimitri and Valentina to go to dinner last night, I hadn’t expected them to stay out so late. Upon their return, I studied the footage and saw my son take her to his bedroom. They remained there for some time, and then Valentina had emerged, barefoot, her heels in her hands, with her hair mussed. Had Dimitri fucked her?I sneered. Boys. If my son had fucked her, he’d done a piss poor job of it. If I had her in my bed, I’d keep her there all night, giving her more orgasms than her body could handle. I’d have her in every position up against a wall, from behind, under me and over me. And I wouldn’t

Valentina POVAgain, what was wrong with me? His rough hand clamped around my throat, holding me tightly. Instead of scaring me, his touch caused slashes of heat to race down my spine and settle between my legs. He surrounded me, his strength on magnificent display, and my body softened as fear shifted to need and hunger. Could he feel my pulse pounding under his fingertips?I heard him suck in a breath, so I assumed he’d noticed my reaction. Then his voice grew low and sensual, his lips near my ear. “What were you hoping to see in the dungeon, Valentina ? Hmm?”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.“Liar.” The hand not on my neck cupped my hip, almost caressing me. “Do you know what happens to girls who spy on me?”“Let me go. You’re scaring me.”“No, I’m not. You are not frozen in fear or fighting me off. Instead, you are relaxed against me while your heart is beating so fast. Do you know what that tells me?” I was almost afraid to ask.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:- HERE IN THIS CHAPTER VINCENZO MORRETI IS THE MALE LEAD, WHOSE NICKNAME IS VIN. AND THE OTHER VINCENZO IS A WORKER INSIDE THE ML'S CASTLE. REBECCA IS VALENTINA'S SISTER AND HER NICKNAME IS REMI........ I HOPE YOU DON'T GET CONFUSED.....🥰🥰🥰🥰*****************Valentina POVGreat. Even here I couldn’t escape the Morreti concept of fate. “This is your boat?” I asked as he helped me aboard. “It’s my father’s. Don’t you like it?”“What’s not to like? This is a floating five-star hotel.” Dimitri chuckled. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”He briefly spoke with one of the crew members and then we set off. Each deck was more impressive than the last. Large living spaces, lounges, lush cabins, and a beach club pool area in the rear. In the front was a master suite complete with jacuzzi and helipad, plus a glass bottom window to the ocean below. I tried not to drool as we walked around, but it was a struggle.“I would never leave if this yacht was mine,” I said, dragging a fi