บททั้งหมดของ TEMPTING THE DEFENDER : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The smell of expensive espresso and rain-drenched pavement always reminded Alessandro De Luca of blood. It was a cold, metallic scent—the scent of a job well done. He stood in the corner of the dimly lit office in Milan, his tailored charcoal suit stretched tight across his broad shoulders. He didn’t need to speak; his presence alone acted as a warning. As a "Defender," his reputation was built on cold, unbreakable silence. In the underworld of Italian high society, Alessandro was the man you hired when you wanted to stay alive, but he was also the man you feared crossing. "She’s coming in now, Alessandro," his boss, Marco, muttered, glancing at the heavy mahogany door. "Remember, this isn't just a high-profile client. This is a matter of national security. The Syndicate wants what she has, and they’ll tear Italy apart to get it." Alessandro adjusted the heavy silver watch on his wrist, his expression like carved stone. "I don't care who she is. I protect the body. I don't socializ

The sun was a bruised purple and orange over the Tyrrhenian Sea when the SUV finally wound its way down the narrow, cliffside roads of the Amalfi Coast. Below them, the water crashed against the jagged rocks with a violent rhythm that seemed to match the pounding in Caro’s chest."We’re here," Alessandro said. His voice was rough, sounding like it had been dragged over gravel after hours of suffocating silence.He steered the heavy vehicle through a set of massive, vine-choked iron gates hidden behind a thicket of overgrown bougainvillea. As the gates groaned shut behind them with a definitive thud, Caro felt a strange mix of relief and terror. She was safe from the faceless men in Milan, but she was now entirely at the mercy of the man beside her—the man she had once called her world, and now called her protector.The villa was a masterpiece of old-world stone and modern glass, perched precariously on a cliff edge. It looked less like a vacation home and more like a fortress. Dark, s

The panic room was a cold, windowless box hidden behind a heavy mahogany bookshelf in the library. It smelled of ozone, dry air, and fresh paint—a stark, clinical contrast to the salty sea breeze and the scent of lemon trees on the terrace. Caro sat on the small leather bench, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, listening to the muffled, heavy thuds of Alessandro’s boots as he sprinted across the marble floors above.Then, the first shot rang out.It was followed by another, and then the rapid-fire, rhythmic chatter of an automatic weapon. Caro flinched, covering her ears with her palms. Every instinct she possessed told her to run, to find a way to help him, or at least to see if he was still standing. But his roar echoed in her mind, commanding and absolute: Go!Minutes felt like agonizing hours in the silence of the vault. She stared at the small black-and-white monitor in the corner of the room. It flickered to life, showing grainy, night-vision footage of the north gate. Three

The door to the master suite clicked shut, the sound echoing like a final seal on the world outside. Inside, the only light came from the moon reflecting off the Tyrrhenian Sea, casting silver ribbons across the rumpled silk sheets of the bed.Alessandro didn't break the kiss. He couldn't. It was as if his very life depended on the taste of her, a desperate confirmation that she was real and not another ghost conjured by his late-night whiskey and regrets. He carried her to the bed, his movements fluid and powerful, and lowered her onto the mattress.He moved to pull away for just a second, his breath hitching, but Caro’s hands were already at the waistband of his trousers, her eyes wide and dark with a matching hunger."Alessandro," she whispered, the name a plea and a prayer."I’ve spent five years hating you for what you did to me," he rasped, his voice a low vibration against her skin as he trailed kisses down the column of her throat. He caught the tie of her silk robe and pulled

The armored Mercedes sped through the Italian countryside, the lush green hills of Tuscany blurring into a streak of emerald and gold outside the reinforced windows. Inside, the silence was heavy, punctuated only by the low hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of Alessandro’s encrypted radio.Alessandro drove with a grim intensity, his eyes scanning every overpass and merging lane. He hadn't touched her since they fled the villa. The heat of their night together had been replaced by the cold, hard steel of his professional persona."You're doing it again," Caro whispered, breaking the silence."Doing what?""Treating me like an object. An 'asset.' Last night... I thought things changed."Alessandro’s grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white. "Last night was a mistake, Caro. Not because I didn't want it, but because it made me slow. I was looking at you when I should have been looking at the perimeter. That sniper almost took your head off because I