All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sweet Revenge : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Keep. Going.” All over this city, I inspire fear in men. People talk about me in low whispers of pure dread, but I have no power here. It’s all Elena. “I’ll show you how bad you really want it,” I growl, pulling down her shorts and her underwear. Falling to my knees beside the bed, I stare in awe at her feminine core. She’s glistening with her wetness. Her lips are swollen with pure need. I reach under the bed and grab her ass, caressing her supple mounds as I bring my mouth to her slit. “Do you think this is a game?” I snarl. “I’m not playing any game.” “Sure you’re not. Beg me to lick your pussy. Beg me to make you come.” I stare up at her. Genuine desire dances in her eyes. She bites her lip. I can see how tortured she is. I can see how confusing this situation is—for both of us. “Do it,” she says after a pause. “Lick my virgin pussy, Dario. You own my clit.” “I don’townyou.” “Yes, you do.” She reaches down, dragging her fingernails through my hair. “You own me—

DARIO“Keep looking for Vincenzo,” I snap at the phone as I drive through the city, returning to the townhouse after a long day of work.“We are,” Paolo replies. “The little rat might’ve fled the city.”“Maybe, or he’s regrouping and getting ready for another stunt. Any news about the aunt’s place?”“We’ve got around-the-clock security. Our men say the aunt isn’t too pleased about it. She has a real distaste for us Mafia types.”Like aunt, like niece. “As long as she’s safe.”When I get home, I wonder if it’s worth checking in on Elena again. She hasn’t even replied whenever I’ve knocked on her door these past three days. I wonder if it’s what she saw me do to that kidnapping lowlife. Perhaps it’s how eager I was to indulge in her body or a mixture of both. It might be everything else that’s constantly weighing down on us.I walk through the house to her bedroom. The door’s open. That’s different. As I poke my head inside, panic grips me when I don’t see her. Where the hell is she?“E

ELENAI spend an hour moving around the townhouse as sneakily as I can. I’m doing something bad. If this experience has taught me anything, it’s that bad and good and right and wrong are flexible concepts, at least to the Morettis. I can still see, hear, and even smell what happened at the farmhouse: the noises and the fury on Dario’s face. I shouldn’t let these confoundingfeelings reenter my heart. I try to stamp on them, drench them in darkness before they take hold.Yet it’s no good. Even as I put my contingency plan in place, they’re there, simmering beneath the surface.Let him go. I scream the words in my head.You hardly know him. I saw how he looked at me when Maria asked if he wanted to make the marriage real. He looked like he wanted to say yes.In the back of the car, I hug close to Dario. It’s one of the ironies of our situation that he can inspire so much fear and want in mesimultaneously. He looks down at me with serious, intense eyes, his arm wrapped comfortingly around m

“No, I’m sorry. It’s just so much better to forget about that.”I reach across the table, touching her hand. She moves her thumb over my knuckles like trying to comfort herself, distract herself.“I’d make an exception for you,” I go on, “if you wanted to keep acting?—”“There’s noifabout it.”“I’d make sure you could,” I tell her. “If my father had a problem with the break in tradition, he could go to hell. If anybody else had something to say, they’d have to say it to my face. I can seehow much you love acting. When you were speaking about that school play, you lit up. I couldn’t take that away from you.”“It’s a dangerous game, giving me hope,” she murmurs.“Hope for what? Hope that you can forgive me?”“I don’t have to forgive you,” she says, her hand getting tighter on mine.“The farmhouse?—”“Yeah, but I don’t have toforgiveyou for that,” she says. “You didn’t kidnap me. You saved me.”“You saw a part of me I never wanted you to see. I lost it. I never lose it. Hell, Elena, befo

DARIOAllessio, Paolo, and I sit in the car across the street from Vincenzo’s hideout. He moved from his girlfriend’s place to a bar on the outskirts of the city, most likely to plan his counterattack on the Family. As I sit here, my gun in my hand, I try not to think about my woman in the safe house. I try not to think about the softness growing in my heart, this warm feeling flowing through me. I try not to think that it could all end here.“Are you good, Dario?” Paolo asks.“Of course, he is,” Allessio grunts. “You never have to ask him that.”“Just waiting for the gunfire to start,” I grunt.“Your old man has given the okay on this?” Paolo asks.“What’s with you?” Allessio asks Paolo.“It’s fine,” I tell him. “Paolo’s being prudent. He’s never seen me like this before. He probably didn’t know I was human before Elena came along.”“I wouldn’t put it in those words,” Paolo says, “but we need you sharp. Or we can send the troops in, and you can lead from the rear. No shame in that, b