Alle Kapitel von HER SAVIOR, THE DEVIL: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Thea spent a few carefree hours with Lawry until Maria took him to the nursery for his nap. She remained on the terrace, enjoying the weather, thinking of her conversation with Giorgiana, especially the last part of it. Thea could feel how deeply proud Giorgiana was of Damiano and how deeply in love she was with Manfredi Chiaramonte. The butler appeared on the terrace.“Signora, the designers are here. They are waiting for you in the drawing room.” ‘The circus has arrived in town…’ She sighed and got up.“Could you, please, show me where the drawing room is?” she asked the man.“I’ll take you there. Follow me, please.” When she entered the appointed room, all three designers, a woman and two men, turned and gave her a long look, making Thea feel like she was a mannequin behind a windowpane. Thea wondered what Damiano had told them.“Thank you for coming here,” Thea said in Italian. “This is my first time... So, please, be patient with me.” T

They stopped at a restaurant in the ‘piazza’, enjoying a simple meal in its charming, shady courtyard, before Damiano ducked into a boutique and emerged with a silk scarf and a pair of sunglasses.“This is for your hair,” Damiano said, tying the scarf under her chin. “And this is for your eyes,” he added, slipping the sunglasses onto her nose. Touched by his unexpected, thoughtful, loving gesture, Thea rose on her tiptoe and kissed Damiano on his lips.“Grazie, tesoro. (Thank you, sweetheart)” For a long moment, he gazed down at her, a small muscle pulling in his jaw.“My pleasure, piccola,” he replied and opened the car door for her. “Let’s go.” Riding home in the sleek two-seater convertible, Thea felt very chic in her sunglasses and scarf.“I’ve learned so much about your birthplace… So many great things… I really needed this little adventure,” she commented as he slowed to allow a shepherd and his flock of sheep to cross the road. “It was a really amazing

Damiano kissed her slowly, deeply, his lips drawing from hers an immediate and almost feverish response. With his mouth on hers, Damiano walked her backward across the library until she felt the dark wooden door against her back. Thea loved the feel of his body against her and the warm, hard ridge of his erection rubbing against her inner thighs. She groaned against his mouth.“Maybe we should stop… Or I’ll take you here and now,” Damiano warned her. His teeth were nipping at her soft, swollen, hot lower lip.“Good! Do it!” she answered, her body trembling with desire. “I won’t stop you!”“Amore… Don’t tempt me…” he said, his warm breath caressing her skin as his lips brushed the curve of her ear and then, lower to the tender hollow below. “I’m dangerously close to losing control… And you must prepare for tonight…”“I have all the time in the world to do so, my darling… For now, I want you to lose control and take me. Against the door, on the floor, or in our bed… I don’t care

Damiano put on his suit jacket, then approached the bathroom to check on Thea. She was standing in front of the mirror, combing her hair. This vision of her made his heart skip a beat. Thea Chiaramonte… his match in every way. After losing Alondra, his ex-fiancée, Damiano swore he would never chase love again. But then, out of nowhere, Thea appeared. Such a complex woman. Intelligent, gorgeous, sensual, mysterious, stubborn. So very stubborn… This amazing woman, who changed his vision about love and life, about courage and resilience, gave him a couple of lessons on how to push through, no matter what. He could still remember that day, on the edge of that cliff… The terrified look in her eyes… She looked so fragile and so very vulnerable. Heartbreakingly vulnerable. The image of her desperation pierced his heart… A heart that was already hers. She’d been through so much. She’d lived so many lives through chaos and betrayal, grief and pai

Thea woke with the first tentative light of dawn streaming into the room. She was on her side, facing Damiano, sharing the same pillow. She caressed his face. Damiano looked so much younger and vulnerable while sleeping. Not a single trace of the hard, phenomenally successful businessman everybody knew. He was not the ‘Italian Devil’ anymore. He was now her ‘Italian Savior’… He was her dream come true. And what a dream he was… She closed her eyes briefly as the memory of what happened the day before washed over her. The moment she told him who she really was, the moment he told her he loved her… The way they made love after that… Meeting his family… His father, especially… With stealthy grace, Thea slid from the bed, put on her robe, and sat on the armchair near the large window, thinking about the next step: how to confess the truth about her real identity to his parents…“Piccola…” Thea turned her face and looked at the m