All Chapters of The Don's Forbidden Claim: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

I never thought losing my virginity would feel like stepping into a trap.My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood outside the penthouse door on the 42nd floor, the keycard warm and slightly slick in my palm. Enzo had texted me the room number twice—Suite 4201. Don’t be late, baby. Tonight’s the night. I’d spent weeks building up to this, convincing myself that giving myself to him would finally make everything feel real. Safe. Like I belonged somewhere after years of being passed around like an afterthought.But something felt off the second the elevator doors closed behind me. The hallway was too quiet. Too dim. The kind of expensive silence that screamed money and secrets.I swiped the card. The lock clicked green.The suite was dark except for the low glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Champagne sat in a silver bucket on the side table, two glasses already poured, bubbles still rising. Soft music hummed from hidden speakers—something slow and sensu

I couldn’t breathe with Dante standing so close, his eyes burning into mine like he could see every dirty thought I was trying to bury.The realization hit me harder than the gunshot still ringing in my head: part of me didn’t want to leave this penthouse. Not tonight. Maybe not at all. That truth scared me more than the blood on his cuff or the danger lurking downstairs.“You’re staying,” he repeated, voice low and final, like the decision had already been made and I was just catching up. His broad frame blocked the door, shoulders tense under the black shirt, the faint outline of his holster visible. At forty-six, he carried power the way other men carried grudges—quiet, heavy, impossible to ignore.My hands shook as I clutched my phone tighter. “You can’t just decide that for me. I have a life. Friends. Enzo—” The name tasted wrong now, like ash in my mouth. My boyfriend. The guy I’d planned to give everything to tonight. Instead, I was trapped in his father’s suite, my skin still

The window rattled harder, the shadow outside pressing against the sheer curtain like a ghost trying to break through.My heart slammed into my throat. I stumbled back from the balcony door, phone still clutched in my sweaty palm, the mysterious text about Dante’s “file” burning in my mind. Someone was out there—on the 42nd floor. How? This was supposed to be Dante’s fortress.“Essa?” Dante’s voice carried from the living room, sharp and alert. Footsteps headed my way fast.I wanted to scream for him, but fear glued my tongue. The intruder’s silhouette shifted, gloved hand testing the lock. Another rattle. Then a faint click—like a tool working the mechanism.Run. But where? The only way out was through Dante or straight into whoever wanted me dead. My core desire clawed at me—to feel safe, loved, in control after all the betrayals. Yet here I was, trapped between my boyfriend’s unstable world and his father’s dangerous one, my body still humming from Dante’s earlier touch.The bedroo