All Chapters of BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Fuck Me Nikolai

THIRD PERSON POVNikolai Moretti moved through the hospital corridors like a storm barely contained. Nurses froze mid-step as he passed, their cheeks flushing pink. Whispers behind him “That’s one of the Morettis…” “The dangerous one…” “God, he’s even hotter in person…”He ignored them all.His stitches pulled with every stride, but the pain only fueled him. Sophia had run. She had dared to leave after he had claimed her. No one walked away from Nikolai Moretti.He reached the nurses’ station on the fourth floor. Two young women behind the counter straightened instantly, eyes wide.“Where is Sophia?” he demanded, voice low and cold.One of them stammered, “S-She… she doesn’t work today, sir. She called in sick.”Nikolai’s jaw flexed. He leaned forward, dark eyes pinning the speaker in place. “Her address. Now.”The second nurse hesitated only a second before quickly scribbling something on a scrap of paper and sliding it across the counter with trembling fingers. “Please don’t… don’

Velvet Room

THIRD PERSON POVThe car ride was suffocatingly silent.Sophia sat rigid on the opposite side of the backseat, arms wrapped tightly around herself, tears still drying on her bruised cheeks. Her heart hammered so loudly she was sure Nikolai could hear it. She had thrown those cruel words at him. “fuck me and dump me like you always do…” expecting rage, expecting him to take what he wanted right there in the car.Instead, he had gone completely still.And then… nothing.Nikolai didn’t speak. He didn’t look at her. He simply stared out the window, jaw locked, his big body radiating tension that made the air feel thick and heavy. Every time she glanced at him, he looked unreadable, dangerous.The silence stretched in the car.Sophia couldn’t take it anymore. “Say something,” she whispered, voice cracking. “Yell at me. Threaten me. Just… don’t do this.”He didn’t even turn his head.The SUV finally slowed and turned into a quiet, upscale residential street. Sophia frowned as the car pulled

Morretti Brothers

THIRD PERSON'S POV The Velvet Room had turned into a slaughterhouse in seconds. Matteo dragged Arielle through the side door, his body shielding hers as glass rained down around them. “Move!” Matteo barked, kicking open an inner door that led into the dimly lit VIP corridor.They pushed deeper into the club, the heavy bass from the main floor now drowned out by the sharp gunshots. Arielle’s heart slammed against her ribs. She kept her head down, following Matteo’s lead, but her eyes scanned every shadow.“Stay here babe…” She barely heard his words when she saw her.Giselle stood at the end of the corridor, half-hidden behind a velvet curtain, Marco’s hand tight on her arm. Her red dress clung to her curves. When her gaze landed on Arielle, a slow, vicious smile curved her lips. “Well, well,” she smirked. “If it isn’t the little whore who thinks she’s queen now.”Arielle froze for half a second. Matteo’s grip on her tightened, but she yanked free and stepped forward, eyes lock

Blood And Bruises

THIRD PERSON POVThe tension in Nikolai’s penthouse was thick enough to choke on.Matteo and Nikolai stood locked in a silent standoff near the floor-to-ceiling windows, Sophia worked frantically on Frederico’s wound, her hands steady despite the fear in her eyes. Arielle stayed beside her, handing over fresh gauze, but her attention kept drifting to the two brothers.“You’re in love with her, Matteo,” Nikolai said, voice low and cutting. “Don’t stand there and lecture me about innocent women when you did the exact same thing.”Matteo’s jaw clenched so hard it looked painful. “This isn’t the same.”“Isn’t it?” Nikolai shot back. “You took Arielle thinking she was Giselle and kept her anyway. Now you’re wrapped so tight around her you can’t see straight. At least I’m honest about what I want.”Before Matteo could reply, Arielle stood up, wiping blood from her hands on a towel.“Enough,” she said sharply, stepping between them. Both men turned to look at her. “Frederico is bleeding on t

Vincenzo Morretti

THIRD PERSON POVThe argument in Nikolai’s penthouse had stopped after Arriele and Matteo left. All his life he had trusted and listened to Matteo's commands, but this was different. He was smitten by Sophia and certain that he would never stop, because his family wanted him to. Not Frederico, Matteo or even his father. Nikolai helped Frederico into the guest room, half-carrying his brother despite Frederico’s weak protests. He eased him onto the bed.“Doctor’s on the way,” Nikolai said flatly. “Don’t move.”“We still need him to come over and make sure everything is okay.”Frederico managed a pained grin. “Bossy as always. Go deal with your nurse before she bolts again.”Nikolai didn’t answer. He left the room and found Sophia exactly where he’d left her standing in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped tightly around herself, the oversized black shirt still swallowing her small frame. Her bruises looked even darker under the soft lighting.She flinched when he approached.“

The Chase Is On

THIRD PERSON POVGiselle made her way into the conference room, clad in a sleek black dress and sharp heels that clicked against the marble floor. She had received the text early that morning, a summon to the Russian tower. When she stepped inside, the air was thick with cigar smoke.It was obvious that they had been waiting for quiet sometime. “I received your message, Ivan,” she said, voice sharp as she got to the long table in the middle of the room. “To what do I owe this unexpected invite?”Arriele was not new to this game, she knew what men like Ivan wanted, and why they would go to any extent to get what they want.Ivan Volkov stood slowly from his chair at the head of the long table, his bandaged hand resting on the surface. The other men all clad in dark suits with cold, watchful expressions remained seated, silent observers to the unfolding scene.Ivan’s ice-blue eyes dragged over her slowly, a mix of amusement and calculation in his gaze. “You’ve been busy, Giselle, doin

Trust Me I Am

THIRD PERSON POV“I'd be damned if I let these bastards kill me.” She cursed under her breath and pulled out a gun. She could see the driver's look of horror. He looked terrified…very terrified. “You need to get me out of this place alive.” She announced and he stepped on the gas. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves then floored it, tires screeched as the car lurched forward. More bullets slammed into the trunk. One of the pursuing SUVs tried to cut them off, but her guard leaned out the window and emptied his clip into its windshield. The vehicle swerved violently and crashed into a tree.“Faster!” Giselle snapped, pressing her hand against the bleeding graze from the first attack. Pain flared hot up her arm, but she clenched her teeth. “They’re not Morettis. Who the hell are these bastards?”The driver didn’t answer. He just drove like death was on their tail — which it was.They lost the last SUV after a chaotic ten-minute chase through back roads. Giselle’s heart hammered

A Visit From The Godfather

ARIELLE’S POVIt's been a few days since the attack when we tried to get hold of Giselle. It was morning already, I sat staring at the ceiling, my body was deliciously sore in all the right places. Heat rushed to my cheeks as memories from last night flooded back. God.What was I even thinking? One minute I hate my husband, the next I'm letting him touch me in ways that make me crave for more. To be close to him like that. Matteo had been insatiable.He’d taken me against the kitchen counter first, then carried me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing. His hands had been everywhere rough, possessive, claiming. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers digging into my hips, the way he’d growled my name against my neck as he drove deep inside me. “Mine,” he’d rasped between thrusts. “Only fucking mine.”I pressed my thighs together, a fresh wave of warmth spreading through me. God, the man was dangerous. Even when he wasn’t here, he still had power over my body. I buried my face i

Dark Secrets

ARIELLE’S POVMy stomach dropped the second Vincenzo stepped inside.The door clicked shut behind him and his two guards like a prison cell locking. The penthouse, which had felt like a safe haven moments ago, suddenly felt too small. Too exposed. I was standing there in nothing but Matteo’s black button-down shirt, my hair messy from sleep and last night’s activities, faint marks still visible on my neck.Vincenzo’s cold eyes swept over me slowly, taking in every detail. Disgust curled his lip.“Comfortable, I see,” he said, voice smooth but dripping with disdain. “Wearing my son’s shirt like you actually belong here.”I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. “Vincenzo… Matteo isn’t here right now. If you want to talk, maybe we should wait until…”“I didn’t come here for my son,” he cut me off sharply, stepping closer. His presence filled the room. “I came for you.”He stopped a few feet away, looking me up and down like I was something dirty on the bottom of his shoe.“You really

Soft Kisses

MATTEO’S POVI left the penthouse before sunrise, kissing Arielle’s forehead while she was still half-asleep and warm in my bed. The taste of last night still lingered on my tongue, her moans, her nails digging into my back, the way she whispered my name like a prayer and a curse at the same time.But business waited for no one.Xavier was already waiting in the underground garage with two of my best men. We drove in silence to one of our secure warehouses on the east side. The moment we stepped inside the dimly lit room, he handed me a thick folder.“You’re not going to like this,” he said flatly.I opened it.The first photo hit me like a punch to the gut.A woman. Late twenties in the picture. Dark hair, striking eyes, full lips. She looked so much like Arielle it was fucking disturbing. Same sharp cheekbones. Same fire in the gaze.“Who the hell is she?” I growled.Xavier crossed his arms. “We think she’s Arielle’s biological mother. Her name's Isabella Vargas. She wasn’t just som

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