Todos los capítulos de BETWEEN US : BOUND TO HIM : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

. . . AUTHOR’S POV Adeline’s entire body trembled as Luciano’s hands traced over her bare skin, his touch sending waves of fire through her veins. She wasn’t sure when or how she had ended up laid out on the kitchen counter, but at this point, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Her mind was hazy, her breath coming in uneven gasps as he teased her, his fingers barely skimming the sensitive skin of her thigh before retreating, leaving her desperate for more. Then, his lips followed. Soft at first, a mere whisper of warmth against her skin, but then his tongue flicked out, dragging in a slow, deliberate motion that had her arching involuntarily. The unexpected sensation tore a moan from her lips—loud, shameless. Her own voice startled her. Adeline’s eyes widened in horror as the sound echoed in the quiet space, her pulse hammering against her ribs. She slapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks burning as if she could somehow take it back. But it was too late.

. . . AUTHOR’S POV Adeline stirred, warmth cocooning her as she slowly blinked awake. The soft sheets clung to her bare skin, the lingering scent of him still embedded in them, wrapping around her like a second embrace. She exhaled quietly, stretching slightly before her gaze drifted toward the figure standing by the dresser. Luciano. He had just stepped out of the shower, his damp hair slicked back, water droplets clinging to the sharp angles of his face. Even freshly showered, he carried an edge of danger, his presence filling the room with something dark and possessive. He was already dressed—black tailored slacks, a crisp white button-down, the top two buttons left undone, exposing the hint of a tanned, sculpted chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing strong, veined hands as he adjusted the expensive watch on his wrist. Adeline watched him, too entranced to look away. The way he moved—slow, controlled, precise—made her stomach tigh

. . . AUTHOR’S POV Adeline stepped inside the penthouse, the familiar scent of expensive leather and fine whiskey lingering in the air. The space was dimly lit, its modern, luxurious interior bathed in golden hues from the chandelier hanging above. Despite its elegance, there was something about this place that always felt cold, as if warmth never truly belonged here. She had barely taken a step forward when a blur of movement rushed toward her. “Adeline!” Before she could react, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Vladimir. His grip was firm, his breathing heavy as if he had been waiting for this moment for far too long. Adeline sighed softly, allowing herself to relax for a brief second. Despite everything—the bloodshed, the betrayal, the never-ending war—he was still her brother whom she needed to protect at any cost. “Where the hell have you been?” he demanded, his voice rough with concern, pulling back just enough to

. . AUTHOR’S POV Adeline stood in front of the full-length mirror, taking in the transformation that had turned her into something irresistible, dangerous—a vision designed to tempt and destroy. Her dress was black, short, and sinful, hugging her curves in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Thin straps rested on her shoulders, the deep neckline plunging just enough to tease, the hem ending mid-thigh, exposing her toned legs that looked even longer in the six-inch stilettos she wore. Her makeup was bold and lethal—smoky eyes, long lashes that darkened her gaze, and lips painted a shade of deep red that screamed seduction and warning all at once. Her long hair cascaded in soft, effortless waves, framing her face in a way that made her look both untouchable and completely irresistible. She was ready. Taking a final deep breath, she turned and stepped out of the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. As soon as she entered the living area, thr

. . . AUTHOR’S POV The dimly lit corridor was eerily silent, save for the soft hum of distant voices in the grand estate. The walls were lined with paintings, their ornate frames casting long, distorted shadows under the golden glow of the wall sconces. Adeline’s breath was uneven as she stared at the man before her. Luciano’s dark eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable, yet there was an unmistakable edge in his voice when he spoke. “What are you doing here?” His deep, velvety tone sent a shiver down her spine. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be here but she was executing her plan but what was Luciano doing here? She didn’t understand that. This place was dangerous for someone like her—someone who didn’t belong. But before she could muster a response, another voice rang through the hallway, sharp and questioning. “What’s going on here?” Her blood turned cold. Her heart pounded so loudly she feared it would give her away. Footsteps echoed i