All Chapters of Married To Danger: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

VALENTINAAdrian left shortly after introducing me to my new bodyguards. I thought he might have breakfast with the children and me, but apparently, he never did. He startled me when he bent down for a goodbye kiss. I didn’t think he was the type of man for public displays of affection, but maybe that kiss was meant to show dominance. Still, his lips on mine felt nice.When the front door shut after him, I stood in the lobby, feeling a little lost. I could feel Elia’s and Domenico’s eyes on me as they hovered a few steps beside me, waiting for orders.I was the mistress of this house now, responsible for two small children and a dog. Trying not to panic, I smiled at my bodyguards. A smile almost always saved the situation. “I’ll have breakfast with the children first. After that, we can go shopping. Would you like to join us for breakfast or do you have a room where you’d rather rest until I need your services.”Domenico nodded. “There’s a guard house on the premises—”“We’d like to j

ADRIANFather had asked me for a meeting, so I headed to my parents house after checking on my newest drug lab and one of my underground casinos.I had a feeling I knew exactly what the meeting would be about.Valentina.I sent Elia a text before I got out of the car, and he called me shortly after.“How’s it going?” I asked.“She’s a little insecure around me,” he admitted into the phone. “She can tell something’s off, but I don’t think she knows what to make of me yet. Still… she’s good with the kids. And even the damn dog.”I paused. “She is?”“She’s very patient. Just… really lovely.”Lovely. That word again. Everyone seemed to use it when talking about my wife, and I couldn’t even argue. She was lovely— inside and out. Too lovely for me, maybe.“Hmm. Don’t come on too strong,” I warned. “You’ll only make her suspicious.”“All right, Boss.”I ended the call and stepped out of the car. The evening air was cool, heavy with the familiar smell of the gardens around my parents’ house.

VALENTINA“Fuck.” The word tore from him, raw, as though he’d just lost a fight with himself.He closed the distance between us in long, purposeful strides. His hand slid to the back of my head, threading his fingers into my hair as he pressed me back against the cold window. His eyes burned into mine. “You want my mouth?”The hunger in his gaze and his voice scorched through me, stealing the air from my lungs.My throat went dry. “Yes.”He bent and crashed his lips against mine, hard and unyielding. His mouth, his tongue— everything about the kiss demanded my surrender. And I gave it, letting him devour me, letting the world fall away until nothing existed but his heat, his control, his need.When he finally tore his mouth from mine, his breath was ragged, and his forehead was nearly brushing mine. “Like this?” he asked.I was too dazed to process his words. The only thing I registered was the way his mouth curved into a slow, dominant smile.“Do you want my mouth like this…” His lip

ADRIANI lay awake long after Valentina had fallen asleep, curled up on her side, facing me. This time she’d accepted it quietly when I’d pulled back after sex to sleep. I could still feel her warmth, smell her sweet scent, sense her closeness, and briefly, I considered pulling her toward me. Instead I stared up into the dark. She had surprised me again today, in more regards than one. She was stubborn and kind. She stood up for herself without being bitchy.And the sex… that had caught me completely off guard. I’d expected her to avoid the physical aspect of our marriage as long as possible until I eventually approached her because my desire couldn’t be suppressed anymore. I didn’t want to cheat, and I wouldn’t. The clusterfuck with Serena… it had ruined everything. I didn’t want something like that to happen again and it wouldn’t.I would not allow it.I didn’t know Valentina, and she didn’t know me, but in bed, we worked well together. When she’d finally come for the first time, i

VALENTINAMy chest still ached when I thought about what had happened that morning between Adrian and Stefan. The boy’s reaction to his father had been heartbreaking, but almost worse was the look on Adrian’s face. For all his hardness and authority, I could tell it hurt him deeply. He tried to hide it, bury it under control and discipline, but I saw it. I wasn’t sure how to help, but I knew I had to try.What I couldn’t understand was why. Stefan didn’t shrink away as though Adrian had hurt him, not in the way children sometimes reacted to cruelty. And for all the terrible rumors I had heard back home about Adrian’s reputation in business— the whispered stories about violence, about ruthlessness— when it came to his children, there was no doubt in my mind that he loved them. The way his eyes softened, the way he carried Sofia or tried with Stefan, it was obvious. This wasn’t a matter of neglect or abuse. It was something deeper, something broken between them that neither knew how to