Todos los capítulos de Promised to The Don: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Riley POVI don’t know how it happens. One moment the stupid bastard has his slimy hand on my hip, the next my back hits a firm chest. His chest.“Leave us.” His voice is low and soft, but the command is unmistakable. The woman who had been touching him all night shuffles away, and all of a sudden it is just the two of us. I can’t see him, but I can smell his scent. Expensive cologne, alcohol, and something I can’t place. It smells like him.I feel his mouth brush my earlobe and I stiffen. He inhales deeply.“What perfume is this?” he asks, but I know his eyes are not on me. They are fixed on the man opposite him.My words catch in my throat. “It’s body wash.”My breaths are too deep, yet I can’t seem to get enough air into my lungs to quench the fire this man has lit in me. I hate myself for how my body is reacting, especially when he places his hand on my waist. It slides slowly upward until his thumb brushes the underside of my breast.I should not be doing this. It isn’t right. I

Riley POV I didn’t know. That is the only sentence repeating in my head as I stare at the destroyed patch of earth. The earth I had destroyed. I didn’t know it mattered. I didn’t know it was hers. And I definitely didn’t know it would make Lorenzo look at me the way he did yesterday. Like I was something stuck to the bottom of his shoe. He looked manic and for some reason broken. I clutch the small shovel harder than necessary, forcing it into the soil. The ground is still uneven from when the workers tore everything out. Some of the roots are stubborn, refusing to leave, like they also know they were never supposed to be moved. My throat tightens at the memory. ‘You are nothing but a burden. Annoying. No wonder your mother didn’t want you.’ The words had landed clean and designed to hurt. I don’t know how he knew about my mother, I can only guess he researched my background. I didn’t cry in front of him. I refused to give him that satisfaction. I just nodded, because

Riley POV Matteo doesn’t come home. At first, I tell myself he’s just avoiding me. That he stayed out to cool off. That he’ll walk in eventually with that guilty look and a half-hearted apology. After a few days it is clear he isn’t going to be back for a while. It is oddly fine by me. I overheard staff saying Lorenzo and Matteo argued and that is why he isn’t here. No one asks if we argued. In this house, silence is a language. And it’s saying very clearly that whatever happened between Lorenzo and Matteo has nothing to do with me. Which probably means it has everything to do with me. I’m in the sitting room pretending to read when Giana storms in. Her heels click angrily against the marble she paces the space in front of me like a caged animal and then as if tired she throws herself onto the couch across from me with a huff dramatic enough to belong in a soap opera. “Men are insufferable,” she announces. I lower my book. “That is a very broad statement.” “I stand b

Riley POV The first morning I show up, they think I’m fucking lost and I can’t blame them. The training grounds sit at the far end of the estate, past the garages and security wing, tucked behind a small stretch of trees that block most of the noise from the main house. It’s not somewhere people wander to. I actually found it by mistake and someone told me it was a training field for security. So like any sane person I wake up before sunrise , pull on an old pair of running shoes, and go to the field. The track circles a wide open field packed dirt, not the neat paved kind I used to run on outside the estate. Men are already there, stretching, talking in low voices, preparing for drills. The moment I step onto the track, conversation dies. Every single one of them looks at me like I am some new instalment at a zoo. One guy actually checks behind me like I need a baby sitter to be here. I raise a hand. “Morning.” No one answers. Great start. I shrug and begin jogging

Riley POV The ghost of lavender clings to my sheets long after Matteo has left. I can still feel his hands on my skin and the kiss he placed under my ear before he left. I think something is wrong with me. I felt nothing...sure my body is tired after the vigorous sex but my heart is not satisfied. I swear having him call me baby and tell me how precious I am used to do something to me. But it was nothing like that yesterday. I close my eyes and despite myself I reach down between the sheets still smelling like him and trail my naked body. I find the wetness sleeping my inner thighs. I think of Matteo’s youthful face, his sweet voice, those lovely brown eyes and his crooked boyish smile. He kisses me and palms my breast and squeezes it. I shudder. “You look beautiful.” I can hear him whisper in my ear as he runs his thumb over my hardening nipple over and over again. I can feel his other hand caress my skin moving between my legs. But it shifts, the hand becomes larger and r