The Don's Property의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 86

ELARA POVMy legs bounce uncontrollably on the floor as we await Dr. Kabir.My anxiety has been running high since the dawn of today, and it just keeps going up. My heart is stuck in a perpetual, violent thudding and I can’t stop gasping, no matter how hard I try to calm myself.And there’s a repeated pounding in my head like a hammer.Something grips my shoulder from behind. A callous hand, yet soft on my skin.“Don’t run yourself into a coma before the doctor comes in.” His deep, gravelly voice brushes against my ear.“I can’t help myself.” It’s like there’s a large lump in my throat blocking my airway, causing me to keep gasping.“Shhh.” His hand caresses my jaw. “Breathe.”My eyes shut briefly, drawing in a deep breath.“That’s it.” His voice coaxes me as his hand continue moving around my jaw, my neck, my collarbone

NERO POVAfter suffering an hour of Luca informing me of the unfinished business I should have handled when I was with Elara, I finally step into the room. I don’t regret my action, staying beside Elara, and I’ll do it in a heartbeat again. I belong by her side, and she belongs by my side. She just has a little catching up to do.The room is shrouded in darkness, split only by the filtering beam of moonlight through the cracks of the curtain. I’m halfway the room when a prickle of awareness teases my back. Immediately, I spin around just as I draw my gun out, pointing it in the direction of the threat.My grip falters and my brows furrow at a disturbed looking Elara with the moonlight illuminating half of her face.The gun in my hand drops to my side, and I take a step forward, concern overriding instinct. “Elara, what is it?”Elara raises a gun, aiming it straight at my chest. “Don’t come closer.” Her hands are trembling around the grip, and her lips are doing the same.My feet halt.

NERO POVElara bites her lower lip, hesitation flickering before she finally whispers, “Yes.”A slow smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. Oh, my. Oh, my. Something dark and primal unfurls in my chest, stretching and clawing.I tilt my head, studying her flushed cheeks and the way she can’t quite meet my eyes. “But that day—”“I lied,” she blurts. “I… I was embarrassed.”Of course she was. A low, rough chuckle rumbles out of me. Out of everything she could possibly be shy about, it’s this. Her innocence. She hates to appear weak that she considers her virginity to be embarrassing. Oh my sweet uccellina.“Are you mad?” she asks, lifting those green eyes to me and searching my face as if afraid of what she’ll find there.I scoff softly and lean in until my breath grazes her mouth. “Mad? It makes me want you even more, uccellina.”The knowledge that I’ll be her first and the only one who has ever had her like this is like a spark on dry tinder. A fierce, possessive satisfaction rolls thr