All Chapters of His V*rgin Stripper : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sienna I stood there, my breath coming in short, uneven hitches, while Marcello simply stepped back a pace. He didn’t leave. He stood there, towering over me, his bare-chested frame dominating the space as he watched me with those dark, unreadable eyes.The silence between us was suffocating. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, carrying that intoxicating scent of cedarwood that had now permanently branded itself into my senses.Needing to scrub the evidence of last night off my skin, I forced my trembling hands down to the hem of the oversized polo shirt. I hooked my fingers under the bottom edge, pulling it up slightly, wanting nothing more than to yank the shirt over my head, throw myself under a stream of scalding water, and pretend my body hadn’t betrayed me in the dark.But as the hem cleared my waist, I stopped.My knuckles locked. The reality of my nakedness, and the fact that he was still standing there watching me, hit me in a violent wave of self-consciousness.

SiennaFor three agonizing days, I had been trapped in this gilded cage, surrounded by cold marble, silent security guards, and the terrifying, magnetic shadow of a man who treated me like an intrusive ghost until he suddenly decided to break me. I had felt so isolated, completely stripped of my own identity, that seeing my best friend’s familiar face made the dark walls of Marcello's room seem to recede.Rox practically marched into the room, her boots clicking against the polished wood floors, her eyes scanning the massive, dark space with a mixture of awe and sharp-witted curiosity.Out of excitement, my brain short-circuited. Every ounce of self-preservation, every warning the doctor had just given me, and the ache settling into my bones vanished under the rush of adrenaline. I threw the dark duvet aside and leaped out of the bed, desperate to close the distance between us and engulf my best friend in a tight, crushing hug. I had missed her so bad, it felt like an ache in my ch

Sienna It had been two days since Roxy came to visit me. Two long, quiet days since she had boarded that private jet to Los Angeles to search for Talia and fetch the remnants of my old life from the house Dave and I used to share. In her absence, the mansion had swallowed me whole once again, the silence of the corridors pressing heavily against my temples. But the silence wasn't the only thing suffocating me.It was Marcello.Ever since that chaotic morning in his bedroom and the quiet medical exam that followed, Marcello had refused to touch me. It was infuriating. It was driving me completely insane. Every time we were in the same room, every time our paths crossed in the quiet hallways or at the dining table, he kept his distance. He made excuses. He claimed he had endless businesses to handle, phone calls that couldn't wait, or details that required his immediate attention. He would look at me with those dark eyes, but the moment the space between us shrank, he would step ba

MarcelloThe distance between us shrank to nothing, and with it, the last shred of my sanity dissolved into the warm, scent-heavy air of the locked room.She came so close that our knees were touching, the soft, pale skin of her thighs brushing against the rough material of my trousers. The contrast was a physical shock to my system, an electric current that shot straight to my groin. The audacity of her stance, the dominance she was radiating in nothing but that red lace, had my heart hammering like a war drum against my ribs.Slowly, she leaned down.I braced my hands against the leather cushions of the couch, my knuckles turning white as her warmth invaded my personal space. Her breath, hot and shallow, fanned across my collarbone just before her lips made contact with my skin. She trailed kisses down my neck, her mouth soft and incredibly sweet, yet demanding. Each press of her lips was a targeted strike, a slow, agonizing journey down the sensitive column of my throat that had

Sienna The cool air of the room brushed against my bare thighs, but I was burning from the inside out. I lay back against the plush leather of the couch, my chest heaving, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps that did nothing to cool the fire raging in my blood. Every nerve ending in my body was raw, highly sensitive, and screaming for the touch of the man kneeling between my legs. The overwhelming reality of what had just happened—of seeing Marcello, the cold, untouchable Don, completely undone by my mouth— still swirled in my head, a heady mixture of triumph and terrifying desire. But there was no time to think, no time to overanalyze the dangerous path I was walking. I watched, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, as Marcello lowered his head. He hovered just inches away from me, his dark eyes pitch-black and blown out with a hunger so primal it made my stomach do a violent flip. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my arous