All Chapters of The Don's Property: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

NERO POVResist. Resist. Resist.That is the mantra pounds against my skull the moment I step into the room. It flickers like a dying flame when I lower her zipper and see the expanse of smooth, pale skin hidden beneath. Then coconut and jasmine hits me, winding around my senses until I’m half-mad with the urge to bury my face in the crook of her neck. To drag her against me and feel the friction of her soft curves against my rigid frame.The silence that follows her proposal is deafening. My brain short-circuit, hitting a wall as I try to process the impossible as Elara offers me the very thing I have spent months aching on a silver platter.I don’t move. I don’t even blink. I just stand there while my wrist is still trapped in her grip, thinking this must be a dream. Elara can't possibly be suggesting we have sex. She can’t stand me. She doesn’t want anything to do with me. I have hurt her. I have hurt her so much that I regret it every day. I once have her heart and I lost it, and

ELARA POVELARA POVSeven months ago, I was certain Nero and I were closed book. I mourned us and buried the memory of us, convinced myself that we were done for life.But last night, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, I admit that I feel a flicker of hope sparking in my heart. It’s a dangerous thought, a beautiful fantasy that maybe against all logic, we could actually make this work.I wake to the soft touch of morning light dancing across my skin. A slow, involuntary smile tugs at my lips as the memories of last night rush back in a hazy, golden wave. The ache of the blissful pleasure still throbs between my legs, but more than anything it’s his words that truly haunt me, humming in my ears like a sweet melody.I groan into my pillow, frustrated with myself. Just one night. One night of his cock and a few sweet promises and I’m already sliding back down the cliff, diving headfirst into the pit.I slowly sit up in the bed, looking over at the empty space at the side of

ELARA POVNero lowers me onto the mattress as if I’m made of glass, but the look in his eyes is anything but fragile. He hovers over me, his weight supported by his forearms to keep from pressing against my heavy stomach. The air between us is thick and charged with a hunger so raw it makes a pulse throb between my legs.Before I can catch my breath, he leans in, kissing me so hard that my brain dissolves into static and the room starts spinning. He devours, hit tongue sweeping past my lips, and moving through every corner of my mouth with a dominant heat that leaves me shivering against the sheets. One of his hands slides down and come to rest at the very top of my bump, his thumb tracing the line where the green fabric of my dress meets my skin.My skin vibrates against his tongue and I let out a whine when he breaks the kiss, but it’s only for a second as he immediately begins tracing wet, heavy kisses down my jaw, leaving a fiery path in his wake that makes my blood simmer. He pul

NERO POVThe only reason I’m at Adriano’s wedding is because it was the one way I could trick Elara into a date without her bolting. If I had asked her out upfront, she would have panicked. That is the last thing I want.So, here we are.It’s a marriage of alliance between the De Lucas’ and Massimos’. It obviously isn’t a love match, and they aren't even trying to hide it. There are no stolen moments, no shy smiles, no heavy gazes. The air feels cold, and static and both of them look like they just want to sign the papers and get it over with.Same here. I have no intention of staying for the reception. I just want to get through this and move on to my real agenda for the evening. Which is wooing Elara.t’s a Catholic wedding, of course. Being Catholic is practically a prerequisite for being in the mafia. I’ve never understood how these men reconcile the rosary in one hand with the blood on the other.The heavy scent of frankincense is suffocating and thick enough to choke on, even the

ELARA POVMy heart slows to a terrifying, heavy rhythm—thump... thump... thump—until I think it might stop altogether while the blood roars in my ears like a thunderstorm, drowning out the movie soundtrack.His words ring in my head, echoing over and over again. She’s right in front of me.Me. It’s been me all along. Not Giulia. Not some secret lover. Me.I open my mouth to speak, but he shifts abruptly.“It should be here by now,” he mutters, checking the expensive watch on his wrist. He moves on effortlessly, as if he didn’t just drop a nuclear bomb on my entire reality.“What?” I manage to whisper. My voice is thin, vibrating with a shock I haven't processed. I’m still back in the wreckage of his confession, trying to pull myself out of the debris.“Look at the sky, Elara.”I turn my head toward the glass walls and at first, I see nothing but the void of the dark city skyline. Then, a single light flickers into existence in the distance. An orange spark rising from the streets.Then