All Chapters of Unbound: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LUNAHe removes his watch first. Then his tie. Then he tugs at his collar, undoing the first two buttons. His suit comes off next, and he rolls his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, exposing those roping veins along his forearms. His forearms always look hot. I never knew I could be attracted to forearms until Sandro came into my life and apparently ruined my standards for every other man.If he isn't wearing a suit, he simply removes his shirt and roams around the room half-naked. Not that I'm complaining. I love his tattoos, his chest hair, the V that disappears into his pants, and his disheveled hair. And when he raises his hands to tie his hair back, my soul leaves my body. Oddly, I find that incredibly attractive about him. I don't even know why. Maybe because there is something about watching this terrifying mafia boss casually tie his hair back as if he isn't capable of making grown men piss themselves.I wanted to record his daily routine. Not because I'm some creepy stalker. I

LUNA“I am sorry,” Sandro whispered.“For what?”Rip. My boobs bounced free from my crop top.I froze as he gripped my shorts and pulled them down. Cool air assaulted my bare skin, raising goosebumps everywhere. I still hadn't found my voice as he palmed my breasts with his big hands, rough and demanding. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and they hardened instantly, pebbling under his touch."That's my new top," I finally managed to whisper."I said sorry."That was his reasoning."What are you doing?""Owning you."Then he forced my legs apart and shoved his head between them with a groan—a deep, guttural sound that vibrated against my inner thighs and made my entire body clench."That's not what I—"His tongue swirled around my sex.I stopped breathing.No one had ever done this to me before. No one had ever had their face buried between my legs, their mouth on the most intimate part of me, their breath hot and desperate against my skin. I'd read about it in the dark romance nove

LUNA“Say cheese.” I smiled and clicked the picture.This was only the hundredth picture of Matias, but honestly, he looked cute in every single one of them. I had officially become that annoying person who took pictures of everything. The house, the clothes Hana had brought me, the food, Matias, the ridiculously expensive furniture, Sandro's ties—basically anything I wanted to remember before I left.Matias looked at the picture and grinned.“Come. I need to tell you a secret.”“Is that about a girl?” I guessed.He blushed so hard that I immediately gasped.“Oh, boy.”He looked away.“You have already moved on from my sister.”“I didn't say that!”“You didn't have to.”He groaned and grabbed my hand, pulling me along.We passed by the gym area as we walked toward Matias's room.“One second.”I stopped.Matias groaned. “Luna.”“It's going to take two seconds.”I walked into the gym, where Marco was lifting weights. He was shirtless, clearly in the middle of his workout, his hair damp

LUNA"Are you okay?" I asked Matias, who was staring at his plate blankly. His food had gone cold, his spoon abandoned beside it.He looked up, his dark eyes finding mine. His black hair had fallen messily over his forehead, and he pushed it back with the heel of his hand before looking at me again. He was wearing an oversized football T-shirt and dark joggers, his long legs stretched beneath the table. He looked exactly like what he was—a twelve-year-old boy who should have been complaining about homework, asking for another slice of cake, or arguing with his brothers over a video game.Not someone who had seen people die."Are you alright?" he asked in return."I am the adult here, remember?"He laughed at that word. "You don't look like an adult, Luna.""Ouch." I pressed my palms to my chest. "I'm taking that as an insult.""Fine. You're an adult. But these things are common here, you know?""What do you mean?"He shrugged, moving his spoon around his plate. The motion was idle, ab

LUNAVin and Marco have returned. The latter one is exhausted. The former one is angry. At me. Two hundred and thirty death glares later, he stomped to Matias’s room, said something and went back to his wing.“Where is Sandro?” I asked Marco.“Busy.”“He should come home and eat dinner.”“He will eat outside.”“Where will he sleep?”“He doesn’t sleep tonight.”“But what if he is sleepy and takes a nap while driving and something happens?” I gasped loudly, “He should come home.”Marco completely turned towards me, resting his hands on my shoulder, almost crushing me to the ground. “Look, Sandro has been through much worse situations than feeling sleepy. He is busy. He will be alright. You should go and sleep.”His usual smile was missing. His posture was stiff. Marco really looked tired.“Are you alright?” I asked him.“I am fine. It’s no biggie. Everything is going to be fine. Don’t stress over it.”I am glad, grateful even for him trying to assure even if I am nothing but a girl who