Todos los capítulos de Tempting The Devil’s Son: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Gianna’s POVI stared at him, taking in his sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and the fitted green sweater that stretched tight across a distinctly muscular chest. He looked like he spent five days a week lifting at the gym."I'm sorry," I said honestly. "I...""Nathan," he said, stepping a little closer with a friendly grin. "Nathan Smith."I almost shook my head. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but the face didn't match anything in my memory.He chuckled, pushing a pair of thin, stylish black-framed glasses up the bridge of his nose."High school?" he said, his eyes lighting up behind the lenses. "AP Chemistry? The guy who accidentally blew up the Bunsen burner in Mr. Harrison's lab and ruined your favorite suede shoes?"My jaw dropped."Oh my God!" I gasped, clapping both hands over my mouth to stifle a loud laugh. "Nathan! The nerd?!""Hey!" he said, laughing along with me as he held up a hand in protest. "I prefer academically dedicated. But yes. That was me."I stared at him i

Gianna’s POV"He's going to love this," the sales lady teased, unlocking the case and lifting the leather whip out. "It’s soft calfskin. Leaves a nice red mark without breaking the skin. Perfect for discipline.""I think he prefers total control," I whispered, holding the handle in my palm. My pulse hammered against my ribs. I could already picture Roman's hooded eyes hovering over me, his hand wrapping around this handle while he pinned me to the bed."We also have these," the lady added, pointing to a small tray near the counter.Sitting on the tray was an assortment of luxury sweets. My eyes landed on a massive, glossy red-cherry lollipop wrapped in clear cellophane.A wicked, dirty idea suddenly struck my mind.Imagine sending him a piece of bait. A visual warning of what was waiting for him."I'll take the red set, the leather whip, and that lollipop," I said, handing her Roman's black card once again."Coming right up, darling."Twenty minutes later, I was back inside my new hou

Gianna’s POVThe air instantly died in the room. Silence swallowed the entire house.Roman froze. His grip on my waist went solid. The muscle in his jaw flexed hard, his breathing suddenly deep and heavy against my skin. He stared directly into my soul, searching my face as if looking for a trace of fear or hesitation.I didn't give him any.For five seconds, neither of us moved. Then Roman broke the silence first.His lips curved into a soft smile. "When did you become so wild, Gianna?" I let out a light scoff, my thumb lightly tracing his jawline."Since I met you," I replied softly.He moved in closer, "Oh, really?" "So you’re saying I’m the one who corrupted you?""Maybe," I murmured, a teasing glint in my eyes."Maybe what?" he demanded softly, his fingers digging slightly into my hip."Never mind," I whispered with a subtle smile.I gently pushed against his shoulders. He let out a low growl of protest, but I slid my legs down from his waist, stepping back toward the cold kit

Gianna’s POVRoman's eyes went dark. Not the slow heat from before, something sharper, something that made my stomach drop. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling me to my feet, and then he scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My back hit the mattress and the breath punched out of my lungs. Before I could recover, he flipped me onto my stomach, gripped my hips, and pulled me up onto my hands and knees.No warning. No teasing. He drove into me from behind, hard and deep, and the sound that came out of my mouth was something I didn't recognize.My fingers twisted into the sheets, knuckles white, the fabric bunching under my grip as he slammed forward again. Each thrust shoved me up the bed, the headboard rattling against the wall. I bit the pillow, then stopped biting because I wanted him to hear me. Every sound. Every gasp that broke apart when he hit that spot deep inside that made my legs shake.Then his hands flipped me over, and I was on my back, staring up at the ceiling, at him,

Gianna’s POVI snatched the phone straight from his hand.My fingers were trembling so hard I almost dropped it onto the floor.If this dragged on for one more second, everything would blow up in my face. The terror in my chest was suffocating. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to shake his shoulders and demand the truth.Was Viola really your girlfriend? Did you actually pull the trigger on the woman you loved?The questions burned in the back of my throat like acid. But I choked them back down. I couldn't bring myself to say her name out loud. Not yet."You don’t just invade my privacy like that," I snapped, keeping my posture rigid.I made a sharp move to walk past his broad frame, desperate to head to my room. Roman moved like a shadow.Before I could even take a single step, his hand shot out. His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me backward with a soft, ruthless drag until my breast slammed flush against his solid chest."You look remarkably okay for someo