Semua Bab Forbidden: My Billionaire Stepbrother's Obsession : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Rhaena's POVWe settled into an easy rhythm after the wine was poured, the conversation drifting comfortably between the four of us. Dove had a natural gift for hosting - even at someone else's table, in a restaurant none of us owned, she somehow made everyone feel included, drawing each person into the conversation in turn."So tell me about you," Dove said, turning her attention fully to me, propping her chin on her hand, genuinely curious. "Where did you grow up? I feel like I know almost nothing about you beyond finance and Ravelli Corp.""Right here in the city, actually," I said, twirling a strand of pasta onto my fork. "Just a different side of it than most people at this table are probably used to. My mom raised me mostly on her own after my dad passed, and money was tight for a long time. We moved around a lot within the same few neighborhoods, always chasing better rent.""I had no idea," Dove said, something genuinely warm crossing her face, no trace of pity in it, just int

Rhaena's POV"Fair enough," Julian said, holding up his hands in mock surrender, clearly deciding not to push further. "I respect a man who knows when to keep his cards close."I kept my eyes on my plate, focusing very intently on cutting a piece of fish that didn't particularly need cutting, aware of the way Dove's gaze had sharpened slightly at Alessio's answer, something curious and searching in her expression that I didn't love.I was saved from having to think too hard about it by the sound of footsteps approaching our table, and a voice - warm, accented, and instantly, jarringly familiar - saying both our names at once."Rhaena. Alessio."I looked up, and my fork actually clattered slightly against my plate in surprise.Massimo.He was standing at the edge of our table, dressed impeccably in a dark navy suit, his dark eyes bright with genuine delight at having spotted us. The last time I'd seen him had been at the wedding, at the rehearsal dinner, pressing yet another business c

Rhaena's POVI reached over and rested my hand gently on his forearm. The muscle under my palm was rigid. “I didn’t ask him to sit with us. I didn’t ask him to give me his number again.”“I know.” Some of the tension finally eased from his shoulders as he turned to look at me. His eyes were dark, still stormy. “I know you didn’t. It’s not about you doing anything wrong. It’s watching another man touch you, kiss you, act like he has some kind of claim, and having to sit there and smile through it like it doesn’t matter. Like you’re not already mine.”I kept my hand on his arm, thumb stroking slowly along the tense muscle. “For what it’s worth, the only person’s touch I actually want is yours. You know that.”Something in his expression softened, but the intensity didn’t leave his eyes. He turned his hand over and laced his fingers through mine, holding on tighter than usual.“I do know,” he said, voice rougher now. “But knowing doesn’t make it easier when I have to watch it happen. Whe

Rhaena's POVI wanted him inside me so badly my hands were already moving. I reached between us and unbuttoned his pants with impatient fingers, shoving the fabric down just enough to free him. His cock sprang out thick and hard, flushed dark, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked once, slow, from base to head. He groaned low in his chest, the sound almost pained.“Rhaena—”I looked into his eyes. They were dark and unguarded in a way I hadn’t seen all night.“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please, Daddy. I need you inside me.”Something raw flickered across his face. He didn’t make me wait. He lined himself up and pushed into me slowly, inch by careful inch, letting me feel every thick ridge stretch me open. When he finally bottomed out, buried so deep I could feel him everywhere, he stilled.His forehead dropped against mine again. His voice came out rough and quiet, like the words had been living in his chest for a long time.“I love you.”I froze.The words

Rhaena's POVI drove to work the next day with a smile on my face. I could not help it. Last night had been perfect. Alessio had made love to me. Slow and sweet, like he was trying to show me something with his body that words could not say enough. And then he had said it anyway. He told me he loved me.It still felt unreal, even this morning. Like maybe I had dreamed it.He had left before I woke up. He had an early meeting, something about the European project that could not wait. But he left me a note on the pillow, his handwriting neat and slanted.Good morning, baby. Had to run to an early meeting. Didn't want to wake you, you looked too peaceful. I'll see you at the office. I love you.I read it three times before I even got out of bed. Then I folded it carefully and put it in the drawer of my nightstand, like it was something precious. Which it was.I got ready for work with that same silly smile still on my face. I could not stop thinking about last night. About the way he had