บททั้งหมดของ Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Her gaze remained fixated upward, locking onto him towering over her. His dark eyes burned with intensity; his looks completely stole her breath away.“Move!” He barked, and his free hand reached down to pull her up.She felt numb, trembling beneath her. Her hand stretched out instinctively as he yanked her to her feet. His touch was rough, his grip unyielding.“Who—“ she started, her voice barely audible, but she didn’t get the chance to finish. The man suddenly shoved her behind him, spinning with practiced ease. The sound of gunfire split the air, and Nia’s breath seized as a body collapsed to the floor not far from her. Blood pooled from the head and around the lifeless figure.Her heart thundered in her chest. What in the world did Selene get her into?Before she even got the chance to process the horror unfolding around her, a sharp, blinding pain tore through her head.“Ahhhh!” she cried out, clutching her temples firmly.“Bella!” the man hissed; his tone was filled with conce

The drive home seemed endless to Nia, the air between them was suffocating and she could feel the heat and angry energy radiating off Massimo. His grip on the steering wheel was tight enough to rip the rubber off, as he stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry,” she blurted out, her voice barely a whisper. He didn’t respond, his eyes didn’t even bother to flicker in her direction, it remained fixed on the road. Her chest tightened, her hands quivered in her lap as she watched his hardened expression. Suddenly, the car swerved sharply, and she gripped the seatbelt as they turned into an unfamiliar compound. She blinked, taking in the towering structure before her, the entrance lined with glass, and soft golden lights that illuminated the driveway.His penthouse, she figured.Massimo slammed on the brakes, the car came to an abrupt halt. He stepped out, slamming the door behind him with a force that made her flinch. Before she could gather herself, her sto

Massimo’s grip tightened on her hair as he pulled her head away from the window, his other hand cupping her chin possessively. “Those pretty lips of yours,” he breathed, ragged and uneven as he tilted her face upward. His voice was low, commanding, yet laced with a roughness that sent shivers down her spine.“Suck me, bambina,” he growled, his words sounded more of an order than a request. His cock, still hard and throbbing, glistened with the remnants of their combined arousal—his cum mixed with her juices, an evidence to how roughly he had claimed her only moments ago.Nia didn’t hesitate. Her body, still trembled from the intensity of what they had just done, moved almost instinctively, driven by a hunger she couldn’t deny. She dropped to her knees, her hands rested lightly on his thighs for support as she leaned forward. The tip of his cock brushed against her swollen lips, and she opened her mouth, allowing him fill her up. The taste hit her immediately—salty, musky, undenia

The chandelier light bounced off the glossy cold metal as he placed it in her shaky hands. “Finish him, piccola,” he said, his voice calm as he guided her hand toward the man. Nia froze, her body quivered as the weight of the gun settled in her palms. The man’s pleas grew louder, his sobs echoing in her ears. “I—I can’t,” she stammered, her voice barely audible. Massimo leaned close, his lips brushed against her ear. “Yes, you can. Pull the trigger.” Her fingers shook against the trigger, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her mind raced, torn between fear, guilt, and the overwhelming presence of the man behind her. The man on the floor shook his head, his voice cracking. “Please, I’ll do anything—just don’t—” Massimo’s grip on her hand tightened. “Show me that I can trust you, bambina. Show me your loyalty.” Tears pricked her eyes as she stared at the man, his terrified face plastered into her mind. Her vision blurred, and the weight of the gun seemed to grow heavier. “Mass

Nia swallowed hard, her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. “I said own me… and I meant—” Her hands traced down his chest, sleek from the water, feeling every inch of muscle beneath her fingertips. She moved closer, her body pressed against his, and her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, She paused, her fingers dipped lower, wrapping around his hardness, already throbbing for her. “Every—” Her other hand found its way to his nipple, she pinched it gently before her lips closed around it, sucking lightly. Massimo’s breath hitched, and his hand shot up, wrapping around her throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind her who was in control. “I will fuck you at the highest peak and make you squeal like a bitch,” he growled, his grip firm, his voice laced with hunger. Before she could respond, he rose to his feet in one swift motion, lifting her effortlessly and tossing her over his shoulder. “Gosh!” She gasped, her hands gripped his back as he ca