All Chapters of POSSESSED BY CIRO : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~~Author's pov~~By now the room was extremely quiet, private hospital quiet.The expensive kind.The kind where nobody interrupted without permission and the nurses knocked like they were approaching royalty.Or dangerous criminals.With Ciro, honestly, it could have gone either way.Oriana shifted slightly against the pillows and immediately regretted it.Pain shot through her shoulder."Ow."Ciro looked up from the chair beside the bed."You moved."She stared at him."You keep saying that like it's a crime.""It is.""It really isn't.""It is when you're injured."Oriana rolled her eyes.A decision she was beginning to realize required less recovery time than literally every other movement.For a moment she simply watched him.The blood-stained shirt was gone now.At some point during the night Kane had brought him fresh clothes.A black shirt.Black trousers.Black watch.Black everything.Honestly, if someone told her the man coordinated with darkness itself, she would believe i

~~Oriana~~Getting discharged from a hospital should have been simple.Sign some papers.Take your medications then leave.Apparently, nobody had informed Ciro of that.By the time I was dressed and ready to go, I was fairly certain half the medical staff had received direct instructions regarding my continued survival.The nurse handed me a small packet of medication.Ciro took it.The doctor explained when I should take them.Ciro answered.The poor man made the mistake of looking at me while explaining my recovery plan.Big mistake."Mrs. Conti should avoid unnecessary strain on her shoulder."Ciro nodded."She will."The doctor smiled politely."She should also avoid stress.""I'll handle it."The doctor looked confused.I looked confused.What exactly did that mean?Was he planning to fight stress personally?Threaten it?Murder it?With Ciro, honestly, all three felt possible.A few minutes later, I was finally free.Free.Beautiful word.I practically floated out of the room.W

~~Oriana~~The bedroom door closed behind us with a quiet click.For a moment, neither of us spoke.I stood few feets away from the bed, taking in the room while pretending not to notice the fact that I was now standing inside Ciro's bedroom. Not a guest room, nor one of the dozens of luxurious suites hidden throughout the estate.His.A strange feeling settled low in my stomach.The room itself was exactly what I expected from a man like him. Large enough to fit my entire apartment from Vicenza twice over. It looked less like a bedroom and more like a kingdom.A kingdom ruled by a dangerously attractive tyrant.My gaze drifted again toward the massive bed in the center of the room and immediately regretted it. Because the moment I looked at it again, I became aware of him looking at me.I slowly turned.Sure enough.Ciro was watching.Not speaking.Just watching.My pulse did something embarrassing."Stop that."His expression remained neutral."Stop what?""Looking at me like that."

~~Author's Pov~~The following morning arrived peacefully. Which, unfortunately, was usually a bad sign because nothing in Oriana's life stayed peaceful for long.Sunlight spilled through the large windows of Ciro's bedroom, painting golden streaks across the sheets.Oriana stirred, then groaned. Then immediately buried her face deeper into the pillow.No.Morning was canceled. Someone could try again tomorrow. A warm chuckle sounded beside her.Her eyes snapped open.Ciro.Right.She wasn't dreaming. She wasn't in her room. She wasn't even in her bed, she was in his bed, with him.The realization made her freeze for approximately three seconds before she slowly looked down. His arm still around her waist.Possessive, comfortable like it belonged there and unfortunately...It didn't feel wrong.That was the real problem."You've been awake for five minutes." Ciro said.Oriana immediately glared."You were watching me sleep?"His lips twitched."You were making faces.""I was not.""You

~~Author's Pov~~Oriana remained seated in Ciro's study long after her call with Cassandra ended. Her phone rested on the polished mahogany desk while she stared through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens.The afternoon sun had gone higher into the sky, It washed everything in warm gold while a gentle breeze stirred the flowers below. Everything looked… Normal. She still hadn't gotten used to that.Few months ago, the biggest problems in her life had been court cases, court cases and convincing Cassandra that instant noodles weren't a proper dinner. Now she lived in a villa overlooking the Venetian countryside, married to a mafia boss. Life really had an odd sense of humor.A soft knock sounded against the open study door pulling her out of her thoughts.Nica stood there balancing a silver tray in both hands."I thought you might like some tea, Mistress."The sweet aroma reached Oriana before the tray did. Chamomile tea and some biscuits."You have excellent timing."