Semua Bab The Devil's Little Angel : Bab 11 - Bab 18

CALISTA'S P.O.VThere are kisses and there are kisses.Roman kissed me like he was making art, like he could drink me in for eternity and not be sated, with slow, loving precision, unhurried as though he had all the time in the world. His kiss was smothering, fanning the embers of my desires, reaching the place that I had locked away and tucked deep inside of me.“God, Callie.” he groaned, tipping my chin to deepen the kiss. “You taste just like I've been dreaming of.” he pulled back, his amber eyes searching mine. I placed a hand on his chest, his muscles flexed beneath my touch “Roman.” my voice came out as a breathy whisper,“Yes”“Don’t stop.”He made a gravelly sound at the back of his throat before his lips crashed down on mine with a ferocity that stole my breath away.Roman's tongue swept over the roof of my mouth, demanding entrance. I parted my lips with a soft moan; the sound seemed to have snapped something inside of him because one moment, he was holding me softly, and

ROMAN'S P.O.VIf Elio could see me right now, he'd put a bullet in my head to put me out of my misery.I'm sure my old man must be groaning in his grave, or hell, to see his son, the one he trained to be ruthless, emotionless, and unfeeling, turn soft over a woman.What is wrong with me? This whole trip was to partner with Fabiano, the leader of the New York outfit; although he did invite me and my wife, I could have left her, like I did the last time, but after that kiss yesterday, something shifted. It's her lips. No questions. They were made for seduction. After that kiss, I couldn't bear to leave her for two weeks, unattended to. Alone. And so I made a last-minute decision to convert this into a honeymoon.“Thank you, Roman,” she says again, those blue-gray eyes bright in a way that fists my chest tight. I only manage a nod. What the hell was I thinking? Offering to take her on a tour around New York City like some college boy trying to impress his girl. Fabiano is not going

ROMAN'S P.O.V“This is good,” I said as Fabiano pitched his most recent nine-figure scheme.“I know it is,” he smirks while taking a long draw of his cigar. “And you know what's better? We get to buy these buildings cheap from city auctions or through political bribes.Fabiano's idea to go in on a real estate empire had intrigued me. Since we both took over as the leaders of our outfits, we shared a common vision to own more and more Legitimate business and investment, step out of the shadows without giving up powerIt took some time, but I brought down every prostitution ring Elio built. Most of the girls were trafficked or underage. I gave them payouts, resources, and options. There were a few who wanted to stay behind, so I placed them in our clubs where they were protected, paid, and respected.Since then, I've been venturing into hotels, shares investment, clubs, bars, and spas across Illinois, and now, we're stepping into real estate.Because if there's one thing a billionaire l

CALISTA'S P. O. VWarm sunlight touched my skin like a tease. My body was still heavy from how spent I was last night, but the ache felt good, one I hadn't experienced in…forever. I stretched my stiff limbs, slow and lazy, cracking one eye open before shutting it.I wasn’t in the guest room. My eyes fluttered open, I brought my hand to my face to shield the lines of sunlight seeping in through the curtains.I blinked at the ceiling, my mind slowly registering the bustle of New York life outside the windows and the feel of silk sheets against my skin. Dark amber musk and leather clung to the pillow beside me.His scent, His bed.I bolted upright, my heart rattling in my rib cage. I recalled some flashes from last night. Dancing, music, the way he held me, the look in his eyes, my memory fogged. I couldn't remember what happened after that.I raised the comforter from my body to find that I was still in my dress from last night. It was wrinkled but still intact. I let out a sigh of r