Semua Bab The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The air between them grew thick, heavy with heat and tension, as if each droplet of water running down their bodies only intensified what had already burned within.Their breaths mingled, erratic, caught between their closeness and the silence.Vincenzo brought his hand to the nape of Vittoria’s neck without waiting for answers. His fingers wove through her wet hair with conviction, pulling her closer, as if he couldn’t bear even a millimeter of distance.He claimed her lips with urgency, as if time had run out and this was the last possible act.In that kiss, he pleaded without speaking, demanded without asking, and tried to convince her, with his mouth, of the only truth that still endured between them: their hearts had already chosen each other, even when the world insisted on keeping them apart.“I want you, Vittoria,” Vincenzo whispered, breathless, his lips grazing hers in a touch that was almost a plea. “But I want the woman who loves me, the one who chose me with her heart. No

Tommaso ignored her question entirely, not even sparing her a glance, as if it wasn’t worth the effort of an explanation.He stepped out of the car with calm, deliberate movements and positioned himself beside the open back door.Leaning one hand on the top of the door, he fixed Vittoria with an impassive, almost boring expression.Without a word, he tilted his head slightly and gestured toward the car’s interior with a curt, silent motion—not quite an invitation, but an order cloaked in courtesy.“I asked a question,” Vittoria stated, not moving an inch, her tone firm and her gaze direct, challenging.“At headquarters, waiting for you,” Tommaso replied, letting out a heavy sigh, as if each word was an unnecessary chore. “Please, get in,” he added, finally, with a thread of forced politeness, his bored expression unchanged.Vittoria muttered something under her breath, more to herself than to him, and finally slid into the car with a restrained sigh, her gaze distant and heavy with su

Vittoria’s eyes locked with Vincenzo’s, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to hold its breath. In that instant, she felt it all crash over her: the smoldering desire that pulsed between them, the raw wounds still bleeding, the broken promises, and the love—stubborn, unyielding, like a flame that refused to die.A silent storm churned in her chest, heavy and uncontainable. Each heartbeat felt like a choice, a surrender, a plunge into something bigger than herself.In the weight of his gaze, Vittoria realized that loving Vincenzo would never be easy, but it would always be inevitable.Her heart raced—not a shy flutter, but a fierce, untamed roar, a response that erupted before it could even reach her lips.Vincenzo took her hands with the grip of a man not asking for a 'yes' but offering an imperfect world where she could be wholly herself.There were no fairy-tale promises, only the raw honesty of a man shedding his pride to stand before her, unguarded and real.Vincenzo didn’t dea

A provocative, teasing smile curved Vittoria’s lips, the perfect blend of defiance and surrender.Vincenzo’s hands roamed her waist slowly, with the precision of a man not just exploring but claiming, mapping every inch with deliberate, firm touches that sent shivers through her, as if his fingers were reminding her that he knew every part of her—and none would ever stop being his.“The best part of having you as my wife,” Vincenzo murmured against the sensitive skin of her neck, his voice low, rough, dripping with desire, “is knowing I can have you whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want.”His hand slid along the curve of her hip, firm and possessive, and without hesitation, he lifted her off the ground with ease.Vittoria let out a surprised gasp, clutching his shoulders as her feet left the floor.In one fluid motion, Vincenzo tilted her back onto the desk, supporting her with a single hand.His eyes blazed as he took her in, like a predator facing the sweetest challenge:

As soon as they entered the office, Vincenzo settled into the main chair with his usual authority, while Tommaso took the seat across the desk, maintaining a rigid posture and an alert gaze.“So, what’s the problem?” Vincenzo asked, resting his elbows on the desk and fixing Tommaso with a steady, no-nonsense stare.“Problem?” Tommaso echoed, raising an eyebrow as if caught off guard or buying time to choose his words carefully.“Don’t screw with me, Tommaso,” Vincenzo warned, straightening in his chair, his expression unyielding. “You’re free to disagree with my decisions—I allow that. But crossing the line into disrespect? That’s something I won’t tolerate.”“When did that happen?” Tommaso asked, brow furrowing as if trying to pinpoint where he’d overstepped. “When did I disrespect you, Vincenzo?”“The moment you disrespected Vittoria,” Vincenzo replied coldly, leaning slightly forward, his eyes boring into Tommaso’s. “Because when you disrespect her, you disrespect me. And that, my