All Chapters of Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

THE GYM~GISELLE POV~I changed into workout clothes in the bathroom, with the door locked. Alessandro stood outside the entire time. I could see his shadow under the door.When I came out, his eyes dragged over me. Slow. Deliberate. I wore a Sports bra, tiny shorts, and my Hair in a high ponytail. His jaw clenched.‘You are doing great Giselle,’ I tell myself ."Let's go." I walked past him.He followed.The home gym was on the lower level. All glass walls looking out onto the garden. State-of-the-art equipment. A treadmill. Weights. Yoga mats.It was empty except for us. I went straight to the treadmill. Started it and began running. Alessandro leaned against the wall. Arms crossed. Just watched. I ran faster. Pushed harder. Sweat started sliding down my spine. Between my breasts.His eyes followed every drop.I could feel his stare like a physical touch. Hot. Intense. Hungry. Ten minutes passed. My legs were burning. My lungs screaming.But I didn't stop.Because he was still watch

THE BREAKING POINT~GISELLE POV~I didn't sleep.How could I? My body was still on fire from the bathroom. From his hands. His mouth. The way he'd touched me like he owned me and then just... walked away.Again.I lay in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Listening to him breathe in that damn armchair. He was torturing me. And the worst part? It was working. Every touch. Every look. Every promise whispered in my ear was breaking me down piece by piece.And I was starting to wonder if that's what I wanted.No. No, you don't want this. You want freedom. You want—But even my thoughts were lies now.By morning, I'd had enough. Four days of this. Four days of him shadowing me. Watching me. Making me want things I shouldn't want. I got dressed. Didn't bother trying to look nice. Jeans. T-shirt. Hair in a messy bun.If he wasn't going to react to seduction, maybe he'd react to indifference."I'm going to the library," I said. Didn't look at him."I will come with you."Of course, he would. I walke

RUIN YOU 1~GISELLE~ "Please," I whispered into the dark, my lips quivering. "Please, fuck me."Fuck this fight. Fuck everything. Most especially, fuck the fear that always clawed at my chest whenever I thought about the consequences of letting Alessandro undo me.I swallowed and tried again, my voice trembling. "Please, fuck me, Alessandro."He watched me, his hand inching higher, sliding deeper between my thighs. His breathing was ragged. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I could make a man like Alessandro lose his breath. That I could make him lose his senses. The world feared him—The Reaper—yet here he was, unraveling just because I asked him to.His fingers slid up slowly. The rough texture of his skin against my thigh made me dizzy, and he hadn't even touched the center of me yet. Fuck.His hand finally found the cotton of my panties. He caressed the fabric slowly, teasing, causing a short, breathless gasp to escape my lips.He nudged the fabric aside and brushed ag

HOME IS YOU~ALESSANDRO'S POV~I was useless. Absolutely fucking useless.I sat behind my big wooden desk in my office, with a pile of contracts about the new shipping route in front of me, but I couldn't understand the words at all.I couldn't read a damn thing. I couldn't focus on numbers, profits, or the threat of the Albanian mob trying to trespass on the Southside.All I could see was her.All I could hear was the way her breath had hitched right before she shattered.I leaned back in my leather chair, scrubbing a hand down my face, a groan vibrating in my chest. I felt high.That was the only word for it. I felt like I had injected pure adrenaline straight into my veins, but it was better than any drug I pushed on the streets.It was Giselle.I closed my eyes, and the memory hit me again. The way she had looked up at me, eyes glazed, lips swollen from my biting, her hands gripping the sheets."Please, fuck me, Alessandro."The sound of her voice begging—actually begging—for me t

A MOMENT TIME STOP~GISELLE'S POV~"Mrs. Romano, please, listen to me."Rocco's hands were raised in surrender, palms open, as if he were trying to approach a spooked horse. But I wasn't a horse; I was a woman whose husband had promised to be home by midnight, and instead, his assistant man was standing in my foyer at three in the morning looking like he had just walked out of a slaughterhouse."Calm down?" My voice pitched higher, breaking under the result of the panic choking my throat. I pointed a shaking finger at his chest. "Look at you, Rocco! You're covered in blood. There is a red stain on your collar, on your cuffs... my god, is that yours? Or is it his? Or....." My voice cracked. "....is it someone else's?"I couldn't breathe. The air in the large, fancy hall felt very light. The big chandelier above looked like it was turning.All the softness of the last twenty-four hours—the teasing touches, the breakfast, the promise of a movie night—evaporated, leaving the cold, hard