Semua Bab Theirs To Ruin : Bab 11 - Bab 16

AMELIA The first impression you get when you stare at Rafael Romano is that of a calm gentleman. Everything about him reeks of silent composure, the kind that gets women weak on their knees. But in reality he is a glorified asshole. That much is obvious to meHe stands at the foot of the bed, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes. Not amused, not gentle. Just… assessing.“You’re shaking,” he says quietly.“I am not,” I snap back, even though my fingers are digging into the comforter.His jaw tightens. “Did someone touch you?" I look away.Big mistake.In two long strides he’s in front of me, crouching so we’re eye level. “Who was it?” he asks.I shake my head. “No one touched me. They broke into my room." Rafè exhales slowly, like he’s containing something violent. “What did they do?”I swallow, my pride battling against my fear. My fear wins.“Took my stuff.”The words feel like broken glass leaving my throat.His entire body stills. “What.”I force myself to meet his gaz

AMELIA My body feels like it’s floating and burning at the same time.Valiente’s arms are steel bands around me as he lifts me off the bed like I weigh nothing. My legs are jelly, my thighs slick, my lips still tingling from him, from the taste of him that lingers on my tongue. I should fight him , I should demand he put me down, send him out and lock myself in like Rafè ordered. But I don't do any of those things. Rather, I let my head fall against his shoulder instead, and I let him carry me.The hallway is dim, silent except for the distant murmur of the party still going downstairs. No one sees us, or stops us. Valiente moves like a shadow, quiet, purposeful, and dangerous.He kicks his bedroom door open with his boot and carries me inside. The room smells like him: leather, smoke, cedar, and something darker, more primal. His bed is massive, black sheets already rumpled like he never sleeps properly. He lowers me onto it gently—too gently for what’s coming—and I immediately try

AMELIA)The knock comes again, harder this time, more insistent. Alberto’s voice booms through the thick wood.“Valiente! Open this damn door. I know you’re in there.”My heart slams into my ribs so hard I can taste it in my throat. The sheet slips lower; I yank it back up, clutching it like armor, but it’s useless. I’m naked under here, marked, leaking, reeking of sex and Valiente.Valiente’s smirk vanishes in an instant. He’s on his feet, hand clamping over my mouth before I can make a sound. His eyes lock on mine, sharp, and commanding.“Quiet,” he breathes against my ear, the sound sending shivers down my spine and getting my pussy all wet and wanting. What the fuck!Rafè moves like lightning. He strides to the door but doesn’t open it yet. Instead, he glances back at us, voice low and lethal. “Bathroom. Now.”Valiente doesn’t hesitate. He scoops me up—sheet and all—cradling me against his chest like I’m something precious and breakable, then carries me through the open bathroom