All Chapters of CRAVING THE WRONG MAN: DANGEROUS DESIRES BOOK 1: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Rhaena's POVThe vulnerability in his voice, the raw frustration of it, made something in my chest ache.I reached up and cupped his jaw with my hand, forcing him to look at me. "Nothing is going to happen with Julian," I said firmly. "I promise you that. I'll be polite, I'll be pleasant, and that will be the extent of it. I'm not interested. I'm not available. Even if I can't say that out loud tomorrow night, it's still true."Something in his expression softened slightly, though the tension didn't fully leave his shoulders."I know," he said. "I know you're not interested. It's not really about that. It's just—" He exhaled, frustrated, searching for the right words. "It's about wanting to claim you. Openly. Without hiding. Without calculating every word, every look, every touch to make sure no one suspects anything. I want to be able to sit next to you at that dinner and put my hand on your leg under the table and not have to think twice about it. I want to be able to tell Dove to b

Rhaena's POV"I'm just saying," Jake pressed, though his voice wavered slightly, "seems strange, is all.""What's strange," Alessio said evenly, "is a grown man refusing to accept no for an answer and then getting defensive when someone points that out. Nothing else about this is strange at all."I finally found my voice, unlatching the chain and stepping more fully into the doorway, standing beside Alessio, drawing strength from his solid presence beside me."He's right," I said to Jake, my voice steadier now. "I asked you to leave. I meant it. I don't want an apology, I don't want to hear about your therapy, and I don't want you showing up here again. We're done, Jake. We've been done for months. Please respect that."Jake looked between the two of us for a long moment, something bitter twisting his expression. "Unbelievable," he muttered, mostly to himself. "I come here to actually apologize, to try to make things right, and this is what I get.""You got exactly what you should hav

Rhaena's POVI kept going until I was fully seated, every thick inch buried deep inside me. For a moment I just sat there, breathing hard, trying to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. My forehead dropped against his. Our mouths were so close I could feel every breath he took.“Alessio,” I whispered, the name soft and shaky. Then quieter, almost like a secret, “Daddy… you feel so good.”His answering groan was filthy. One hand slid up my spine and fisted in my hair. The other stayed locked on my hip, holding me down on him so I couldn’t pull away.“Then ride me,” he ordered, voice dark with want. “Take what you need, spitfire. Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours tonight.”I lifted up slowly. Every ridge of his cock dragged against my sensitive walls. Then I sank back down with a broken moan. The angle was perfect—deep and grinding. The head of him pressed right against that spot inside me that made my vision blur. I set a rhythm, rolling my hips, rising and falling, using him the

Rhaena's POV The next morning light was already bright when I opened my eyes. Soft gold spilled through the half-closed blinds and painted stripes across the living room. I was still pressed against Alessio’s chest, one of his heavy legs thrown over mine, his arm locked around my waist like he had claimed me even in sleep. The steady rise and fall of his breathing warmed the top of my head. I could smell his skin—clean soap from last night’s shower mixed with the faint trace of sex that still clung to both of us.We had slept later than we should have.I shifted carefully, trying not to wake him yet, and felt the pleasant, deep ache between my legs. Every small movement reminded me of how hard he had fucked me the night before. My thighs were a little sticky. His cum had flowed out of me as we slept. The memory of his cock filling me, his thumb in my ass, the way he had spilled inside me and then held me while it dripped out—everything came flooding back in a slow, warm rush.“Alessi

Rhaena's POV"We have a dinner to get to," I reminded him, though my voice came out softer than I intended, less scolding and more affectionate."I know," he said, closing my door gently before rounding the front of the car to the driver's side.He climbed in, started the engine, and pulled smoothly away from the curb, merging into the evening traffic.For a moment, neither of us said anything, the radio playing low in the background, the city lights beginning to flicker on as dusk settled over the streets."You okay?" he asked eventually, glancing over at me at a red light. "You've been quiet since you got in.""Just nervous," I admitted. "About tonight. About Julian. About having to sit there and pretend all evening."His jaw tightened slightly, his hand tightening on the steering wheel. "I know. I hate it too. But we'll get through it together. And the second we're back in the car after, you can complain about every single thing Julian says, and I'll agree with all of it."That pul