Semua Bab Owned By The Devil: Bab 61 - Bab 70

AdrianoI sat alone in my office, staring at the ceiling. My heart wouldn’t stop racing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Azalea’s smile.I remembered how peaceful I felt when she was close to me. How badly I wanted to protect both her and Amira from all the darkness in my world.This feeling was new. Scary. I had never felt this way about any woman before.The truth was scary. My whole life, I had built thick walls around my heart. I told myself that love was a weakness. Love was a pain. Love was what destroyed my mother and drove her to her death.But when Azalea touched my hair, when she let me sleep on her shoulder even though it hurt her, when she smiled at me like I was worth something... maybe that was love. Real love.I buried my face in my hands. What was happening to me? I was Adriano Rion Giordani. I didn’t fall in love. I took what I wanted from women and threw them away when I got bored. That’s how I survived.But Azalea was different. I never wanted to throw her away.

Adriano“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, my voice deadly calm as I stared into the eyes of my greatest enemy.The person standing in my doorway had the audacity to smile at me, which only made my blood boil hotter.Without thinking, my hand moved toward the drawer where I kept my loaded gun. Some people never learned their lesson the easy way.“You have exactly ten seconds to get out of my building before I call security,” I hissed. “Or better yet, before I handle this problem myself.”“Hello, brother,” came the voice that made my skin crawl.Alexander. My so-called half-brother, the spawn of the woman who destroyed my family. Just hearing him call me brother made me want to put a bullet through his skull.“Don’t you dare call me that,” I snarled, pulling the gun from the drawer and snapping back the slide with a deadly click. “Get out now… before I stop pretending to be civilized.”My vision went red with rage. Instead of running like any smart person would do, this idiot

AzaleaThe sound of the front door opening made my heart skip with relief. I had been sitting on the living room sofa for the past hour, pretending to read a book but really just watching the clock and listening for any sign of Adriano’s return.“You’re back!” I said, practically jumping up from my seat the moment I saw him walk through the door.Without thinking, I rushed over and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. Over the past few weeks, being close to Adriano had become as natural as breathing. His presence made me feel safe and cherished in ways I had never experienced before.“Yes, honey,” he murmured against my hair, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “Did you miss me?”Heat rushed to my cheeks as I pulled back and gave his chest a playful smack. “No,” I lied, trying to sound casual, even though we both knew it wasn’t true.Adriano raised one eyebrow and stepped back just enough to gently pinch my burning cheeks. “Really? Who could believe such an obvious lie?”“You will

AdrianoI wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Her hands tangled in my hair, and I could feel the heat of her body against mine.“Ha,” she moaned as my hand slid over her dress. In the blink of an eye, I had stripped her bare, unclasping her lingerie and releasing her breasts, which spilled free before my hungry gaze.“So beautiful,” I groaned, my gaze devouring every inch of her. My hands cupped her breasts, kneading them gently as I caressed their softness.I could feel her body tense as my fingers traced her skin. Her breath quickened with every touch. The heat between us grew, and I could feel her desire matching mine.Her soft moans filled the air, urging me on, as our bodies moved in sync, consumed by passion.I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down with care before looming over her. Lust clouded my thoughts as I gazed at her.Azalea was breathtaking. Her soft, full breasts rose invitingly, stoking the fire of my desi

Azalea“Ma’am,” the head maid called out as soon as she saw me walk into the kitchen. “Do you need something?”I nodded, a bright smile spreading across my face. “Yes,” I responded, feeling excited about my plan. “I want to cook for my husband.”Anna’s eyes widened with worry. “But ma’am,” she muttered carefully, choosing her words with care, “it’s our job. Please, let us handle the cooking.”I could see the discomfort written all over her face. “I know, Anna. I’m not trying to step on your toes or take over your duties,” I explained. “I just really want to cook something special for Adriano myself.”Her eyes darted toward the butler who had just entered the kitchen. I could feel the tension in the air.“Ma’am,” the butler said, his eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw me. “Do you need Anna to prepare something for you?”“Perfect timing,” I murmured warmly. “I was just telling Anna that I’d like to cook dinner for my husband tonight.”The butler and Anna exchanged worried glances.