All Chapters of CONTRACTED TO THE DON...AND HIS TWIN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Aurora's POV The dress is too tight. That’s the first thing I notice when I look in the mirror... how the white fabric clings to my breasts and hips like it was made to show everyone exactly what they bought. My hands won’t stop shaking. I press them flat against my thighs and suck in a breath that tastes like expensive perfume and regret. You did this for Mom. For Jake. Remember that. The ceremony was barely an hour ago. Cold flowers, fake smiles, and whispers I pretended not to hear. “Kane girl sold herself.” “Black got a good deal.” I stood beside Nico Black, said vows I didn’t mean, and kept my chin up the whole time thinking about hospital bills, empty cupboards, and my little brother sleeping on the couch. Home from school because we couldn't afford school shoes. It was worth it. It has to be worth it. The penthouse bedroom is huge and cold despite the warm lighting. It smells like cedar and something sharper underneath...money, power, the kind of clean that costs more th

I woke up alone in the middle of the enormous bed, sheets tangled around my waist, morning light cutting cold and white through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My body ached. Not just a little soreness...deep, throbbing reminders between my legs, on my hips where fingers had gripped too hard, on my breasts where mouths had been greedy. The kind of ache that made my face burn before I even opened my eyes fully. Last night came rushing back in flashes. Nico’s mouth on my throat. Matteo’s silent stare from the chair. That terrifying ghost sensation that made it feel like both of them were touching me at once. The way my body had clenched and betrayed me over and over while I cried. The way they had taken turns and then taken me together, the echo bond turning every thrust, every lick, every moan into something overwhelming and shared. I pressed my thighs together and felt the sticky evidence still there. Shame flooded me so fast it made my stomach twist. I had come so hard I couldn’t

The laptop arrived at seven. Brand new, still in the box, left on the bed by someone who didn’t knock. I opened it, spent twenty minutes setting up the encrypted routing Ghost taught me, then closed it and put it on the desk. I wasn’t stupid enough to dig deep tonight. Not when I knew they were watching. Dinner was served in the dining room that seated twelve. Tonight there were three of us. I sat in the middle. Nico at the head. Matteo already there when I walked in, black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, tattoos visible, gray eyes finding me the moment I entered. I sat down. A staff member poured wine I didn’t ask for. Nobody spoke for almost two full minutes. I picked up my fork. “So is this how dinner usually goes, or is this a special occasion for the new toy?” Nico looked up. “What?” “The silence. I want to know if I should get used to it.” Matteo made a low sound... almost a laugh, cut off fast. He was looking at his plate. “We don’t usually eat together,” Nico said.