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It had been a week since I’d been discharged from the hospital, and honestly? I was starting to feel like a very delicate piece of porcelain in a house full of toddlers.Porcelain with legs.That’s exactly how Lorenzo treated me—like I’d shatter if the wind blew too hard. He hovered. He tucked blankets around me even when I swore I wasn’t cold. He made me tea, soup, dinner—despite the fact that his mansion had more staff than a small hotel. He came home every night and still insisted on cooking for us himself, refusing to let anyone else touch the stove.And Jane?God help me, Jane wasn’t any better.The second she got back from her work trip, she’d practically moved into my space. She fussed. She nagged. She smothered. And she glared daggers into anyone who so much as walked too close to me.When I told her Amanda had been the one who pushed me down the stairs, Jane had looked ready to murder someone. And when I mentioned Amanda was still in the hospital? Jane’s grin was… well, not e

My lungs still hadn’t caught up. Each breath dragged in sharp and shaky, my chest rising and falling as though I’d just run for miles, but really—it was only him. It was always him. Lorenzo.I lay there wrecked against the sheets, trembling from the orgasm he’d wrung out of me with that sinful mouth, my skin damp with sweat, my thighs quivering uncontrollably. My vision swam when I blinked up at him. He looked like a dark god above me—broad shoulders glistening faintly, his jaw tense, lips swollen from devouring me. And still, his eyes blazed down at me, hunger left unsated.I couldn’t breathe properly, but my body still ached, still begged. My pulse thundered so loud it seemed to echo in my ears.And then my gaze dropped lower.My breath hitched sharply when I saw him—his cock flushed, thick, heavy, slapping against the hard lines of his stomach as he straightened. The sight alone made my mouth water, heat rushing through me so violently my thighs squeezed together instinctively. It

My wrists ached when he finally loosened the ropes, the rough fibers sliding free from my raw skin. I gasped softly as sensation returned, pins and needles tingling through my fingers, and then my body collapsed forward onto the mattress like jelly. My muscles trembled uncontrollably, boneless from exhaustion and from the brutal intensity he had just wrung out of me.I barely had time to breathe before I felt him hovering, his weight shifting as he stretched over me. The heat of his body blanketed mine, heavy and grounding. His lips found mine, urgent and tender all at once, swallowing my weak moan with a kiss so passionate it stole whatever little breath I had left.“I love you,” he whispered against my lips, voice raw, chest still heaving from the storm we’d weathered together.My throat tightened. No matter how many times he said it, it always wrecked me. Always melted something fragile and hidden deep inside. “I love you too,” I breathed back, my lips brushing his, tasting sweat a

The clink of silverware on porcelain echoed through the dining room, far too loud in the silence between us. I sat across from him, my fork hovering over a plate of pasta that had long since grown cold. Lorenzo hadn’t touched his food. He sat there like a statue, broad shoulders tense, his jaw locked, his gaze fixed somewhere far beyond the flickering candlelight between us. He looked haunted. I had noticed the moment he walked through the door tonight. His presence filled the room, commanding as always, but the usual fire in him was missing. Instead, he carried a storm on his shoulders—silent, heavy, suffocating. He’d kissed my forehead mechanically, sat down at the table without a word, and hadn’t spoken since. At first, I told myself to give him time. Work had been weighing on him, and the hospital call had shaken him earlier. But now, with every passing second, my heart pounded harder, because this wasn’t just exhaustion. This was something else. Something deeper. I set my fo

The moment the door opened, the world exploded into chaos. Amanda’s scream ripped through the sterile air like glass shattering, raw and piercing enough to rattle bone. Her body jerked upright in the bed as though some invisible wire had yanked her. And before anyone could stop her, she was tearing at the wires taped to her skin, ripping them out with frantic desperation. The monitor beside her shrieked, alarms blaring into the hallway. “Enzo!” His name burst from her throat like a sob, like a prayer, like she had been holding her breath underwater for years and he was the air she finally found. Her bare feet slapped against the cold floor, her hospital gown hanging loosely from her shoulders as she stumbled forward, unsteady but determined. And then she was there. Crashing into him. Throwing herself against his chest with such force I half-expected him to stumble. Her arms clung to him like shackles, wrapping around his torso as though she could fuse herself to him, sobbing vio