Todos los capítulos de Desired by the Dangerous Men: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

I woke up feeling warm and toasty, like I was wrapped in the safest cocoon in the world. There was a stillness around me, a serenity that made me want to stay in that exact position forever. Slowly, my senses kicked in, and I realized why I felt so incredibly secure—Dante’s arms were wrapped tightly around me, holding my back against his chest. He was flush against me, his body heat melting into mine like it belonged there, like he was built to shelter me from everything outside these walls.A soft smile curled on my lips before I even opened my eyes. I couldn’t help but snuggle in closer to him, pressing into his chest, and I felt rather than heard the soft hum he released. A moment later, his nose buried itself gently into my hair, and he exhaled slowly, his breath warm against my scalp. One of his arms was tucked beneath my head, curling around my shoulder and cradling me tightly, while the other was wrapped around my waist, keeping me entirely secured to him. There was no escape f

I had thought I could trust Peter—that he understood exactly how important Lillian was to me. I believed he knew what she meant, not just to my heart, but to the very structure of the life I’d built. I thought he was smart enough, loyal enough, to never let his guard down when it came to her safety. I expected him to protect her with every fiber of his being. To know that not a single hair on her head should ever be harmed. That she was sacred.And more than that, I thought he understood that if this business were to survive, if everything I had created was to remain intact—if he even wanted to continue having a job—then Lillian was the key. She was the person who grounded me, the only one who could tether the monster I kept leashed just beneath the surface. She wasn’t just some pretty thing to be doted on; she was my future, my reason, my stability.But walking in and seeing him—seeing him—sitting across from her, his bulk slouched in a chair, shoveling food into his mouth like a star

I let my lips wrap around the head of his cock, surprised by the taste. I had expected something different—something stronger, more distinct. But instead, it simply tasted clean. It tasted like skin, warm and familiar. Then, as my tongue explored him, another layer unfolded—something subtle yet striking, a flavor that didn’t come from anything physical. It tasted like power, like control, like desire distilled into something tangible. It was heady, intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected. My tongue flicked forward instinctively, licking over the velvety skin, and I heard him groan above me. The sound was raw, barely restrained, and it echoed through the kitchen like a praise-laced curse. I heard the wood of the chair creaking under the pressure of his grip. The tension in his body translated into sound—his teeth grinding, the slight hitch in his breath, the clench of his thighs. Slowly, carefully, I took more of him into my mouth. He was hot, the kind of heat that spread into me as

“Dessert?” Lilliana asked, her voice light and teasing, as she looked at me with those bright, blue eyes—eyes that held so much curiosity and sweetness, cloaked in innocence that only made me hunger more.“Yes, fiorellino,” I mused, my tone indulgent as I walked toward her with slow, deliberate steps. Each stride was measured, controlled, like a predator circling what was already his. “And I know exactly what I want for dessert.”The truth was, I was always hungry for her. Insatiably so. I craved her constantly—her sounds, her gaze, the softness of her smiles, the heat of her touch. Every part of her had etched itself into my skin, like a permanent reminder that I could never get enough. She made me feel like a man starved, deprived for years, suddenly faced with something so sweet it made my bones ache.I had never felt this way before. Not with anyone. Not like this.Did I appreciate that Jeremy had talked to her? To a certain degree, yes. She needed to hear the truth. She needed to

Heat surged through me, blooming in my chest and creeping slowly into my cheeks as I shifted in my seat, subtly clenching my thighs together. A low buzz vibrated through my body, ignited by the words in the book I held. The tension in my limbs made it nearly impossible to sit still. Every page felt like fire, and I devoured the words faster than I ever had before. It was like my eyes were starved, and the book was a feast—rich, decadent, indulgent.But then, everything shifted.When the second man entered the scene—his gaze not filled with disgust or shock, but curiosity and hunger—and chose to join the couple in bed, my pulse skyrocketed. I couldn’t read another word. My breath hitched, heart thundering beneath my ribs. I slammed the book shut with trembling fingers, the sound echoing through the quiet room, before placing it abruptly on the table in front of me. My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart,