Todos los capítulos de Dominated By Him: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Sophia's POVMy face burned as I pushed away from Vito, the memory of his hands on my skin still sending electricity through every nerve ending. Even blind, even confined to that wheelchair, the man had a magnetism that left me completely undone. The way he'd touched me, the way his voice had dropped to that commanding whisper—it was impossible to think clearly when he was so close."The wedding isn't over yet," I managed, my voice slightly breathless. "I can't just leave."I practically fled toward the ballroom, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I tried to put distance between us and regain my composure. At the entrance, I paused and turned back, surprising myself with my own boldness."Would you like to come in with me?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "Maybe we could share a special dance."Something shifted in his expression—a softness I rarely saw. "I'd like that."He was maneuvering his wheelchair toward me when his phone buzzed with an incoming call.

Sophia's POVWhen Vito called me over, David shot me that worried look again. I patted his hand reassuringly and pushed Vito's wheelchair away from the small gathering.The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Romano estate's manicured gardens, but the warmth did nothing to ease the tension radiating from the man beside me. Vito's jaw was set in that familiar hard line that meant he was either furious or fighting some internal battle."You needed to speak with me?" I asked, keeping my voice carefully neutral."Your marital status," he said without preamble, his dark eyes fixed straight ahead. "I felt it needed to be... clarified."Ah, there it was. The possessive streak that never failed to surface whenever David was around. I should have expected this conversation."You're absolutely right," I replied, matching his formal tone. "I am married. Quite clearly married." I paused deliberately before adding, "And what about you and Maria?"Vito's hands stilled on the wheelchair'

Vito’s POVI could tell Isabella was acting. She pressed against my chest, telling me how scared she'd been when I clutched my chest earlier. Her voice shook like she was really upset.Nice try.But I'd been reading people's lies for thirty years. Every time she tried to play the sweet wife, her body gave her away. She'd get this little tremor when she forced herself to say caring things. Not the shaking of real emotion—the shaking of someone pretending.Too cute.Most people lied to me because they were scared or wanted money. Isabella's lies were different. She looked uncomfortable every time she had to fake affection, like it physically hurt her to do it.Her behavior had gotten weird since we came back from the wedding. Little things that didn't add up.Right now, she was playing the perfect wife. But this was the same woman who'd fought with me about David, who'd questioned my decisions. Now she was suddenly all soft and clingy."Even though we fight sometimes," she said against

Vito’s POVI could see clearly as Isabella clutched something behind her back, her fingers tense around what was obviously a small package. The sight would have been amusing if I hadn't been so curious about what my supposedly innocent wife was trying to hide from me."Leave us," I commanded my lieutenant, not taking my eyes off Isabella's flushed face. "And close the door."Tony nodded and retreated, the soft click of the door echoing in the suddenly intimate space. I maneuvered my wheelchair closer, noting how Isabella instinctively stepped backward."What are you holding?" I asked, my voice deceptively casual as I rolled forward another inch."Nothing," she said too quickly, pressing whatever it was harder against her back. "Just... a friend gave me a gift.""How thoughtful," I murmured, continuing my slow advance. She took another step backward, nearly bumping into the side table. "Why don't you try on this gift from your friend?""It's too late," Isabella said, her voice pitched

Vito's POVThe sight of her kneeling before me, bathed in candlelight and wearing that exquisite black lace corset, was enough to drive any rational thought from my mind. Isabella. My wife. On her knees, looking up at me with those dark eyes that held equal parts desire and uncertainty.Beautiful. So fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her.Her hands trembled against my belt, and I could see the nervous flutter of her pulse at her throat. This was new territory for her—I could tell from the way she hesitated, the way she looked to me for guidance. The thought that I would be the one to teach her, to show her how to please me, sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through my veins."Easy," I murmured, my voice rough with restraint. My fingers threaded through her silky hair, gentle but possessive. "There's no need to rush."Her breath hitched at the contact, and I felt her lean slightly into my touch. Good. She was learning to accept my guidance, to trust me to lead us through this.