All Chapters of Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The entire drive was silent between them. Nia clutched her seatbelt tighter, as though it were the only thing keeping her steady amidst the conflict brewing within her. Her heart felt like it shattered into a thousand pieces, his cold words echoed over and over in her head.She thought she knew him, that she already understood the kind of man he was. That she could decipher every words that fell from lips, she could tell how he felt about her just because he showed some emotions.She soon realized that he was unpredictable, he owned his right to feel a certain way and change it. He was in control of his emotions, he could keep the feelings he wanted and throw away the ones he didn’t deem fit for his ego. And she— she was the hopeless romantic—the fool who had thought a mafia could confess love, it was just as hard as admitting to murder.He kept stealing sharp glances at her, his jaw set, his grip tightened on the steering wheel. She did her best to avoid his gaze, staring out of th

The car soon came to a halt back in front of Massimo’s pent house. Caterina’s words echoed relentlessly in her ears. “Men like Massimo, they don’t belong to women like you.” She hated to admit it, but Caterina was right. She had thought she could match his energy, she could give him whatever he wanted and he would love her. But she had yet to battle with his power of control, how he could easily play any emotion off and she couldn’t do a damn thing. How he could make her unsure if he loved her, but remind her that he owned her. He was a Master of heart games—a dangerous man—what he truly is, A mafia boss. She hasn’t said a word to him throughout their drive. The atmosphere was thick with tension, it filled the small space between them, at a point Nia had whined the glass down so she wouldn’t suffocate from being in the same space with him. It was taking everything in her not to lash out, but that everything was slowly tearing her apart inside, clawing at her chest, eating aw

Massimo loomed over her, his dark eyes satisfied by her reaction. She wanted to scream, to fight, but the way he looked at her—like she was already his—made her body betray her. Her chest heaved, her nipples already stiffened under his gaze, and she hated how quickly her body responded to him. The red silk sheets beneath her felt soft l against her flushed skin, a big contrast to the heat pooling between her legs.Massimo’s hands moved with ease, his fingers trailed down her body. He didn’t rush, savoring every shiver, every involuntary twitch of her muscles. When he reached her wrists, he bounded them to the bedposts with leather cuffs, the material soft but hard. Her struggles were nothing, and she knew it, but she fought anyway. She had to fight, she shook her head vigorously, trying to get his attention, but the spreader pulled her legs apart even more. “The more you fight it, the more it expands” he murmured, his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine. “And the more your

A sharp pain throbbed in Nia’s head as she stirred awake, her limbs stretched but heavy against the soft sheets. “Oh Fuck!” She groaned, rubbing her temple, wincing as the headache tore through her skull like an iron fist. She blinked against the morning light that penetrated through the curtains, she took in her surroundings. She noticed that the room has been well arranged, Everything was in its place—the furniture undisturbed, the broken objects she had trashed the night before mysteriously gone.Her breath hitched. Massimo. He wasn’t beside her, and she couldn’t hear any movements so he probably wasn’t even home. She sat up, running her hands through her tangled hair as flashbacks of last night replayed in her mind—her anger, her outburst, her shattered pride. But then there was him, his voice deep and unwavering."I know what I want, and it’s not Caterina."A small, hesitant smile tugged at her lips. It wasn’t exactly the validation she had craved, but it was something. Maybe

Massimo’s voice was raw, His knees hit the floor with a dull thud, and for the first time, he looked… breakable. The predator, the monster, the man who ruled with an iron grip—he was kneeling before her like a sinner at the altar. “I owe you, bambina,” he rasped, his breath uneven. “I owe you for the life I stole, for the hatred you carry.” Nia’s hands trembled at her sides, she had never seen this side of him, wait why? Why all of a sudden, what did he owe? Was he actually feeling guilty for killing isabel’s parents. Her heart pounded like violent storm against her chest. This was the closest thing to remorse she had ever seen in his cold, ruthless eyes. But it confused her , one minute he wanted to blow her head off for her supposed betrayal, and now…. Her chest heaved as she took in his vulnerable state, tears hung at the corner of her eyes as she slowly knelt in front of him. She wanted to comfort him, but right now she had to be Isabel, Not Nia. “You didn’t just steal my