Todos os capítulos de Tempting The Devil’s Son: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Dario’s POVI didn't listen. I leaned my full weight over her, pinning her shoulders into the leather as I pushed past her feeble protest. She didn't actually want me to stop, her hips were already arching up to meet my touch, her body betraying every word out of her mouth.I slid two fingers beneath the edge of her damp lace, gliding straight into her slick, scalding pussy."Look at you," I growled against her neck, biting down softly on the sensitive flesh beneath her ear. "Acting so fierce, but you’re already soaking wet for me."Franca threw her head back against the headrest, a breathless moan tearing from her throat as my fingers pushed deeper, fingering her in a steady, relentless rhythm. "Fuck, Dario...""Tell me how much you like it," I whispered, my voice dripping with filth as I used my free hand to yank the top of her dress down, spilling her heavy, bare breasts into the cold air of the car.I didn't waste a second. I leaned down and latched my mouth over her hardened ni

Roman’s POVMy car tore down Fremont Street as i pulled up to the curb.It was a notoriously grimy dive bar in Downtown, the exact kind of place where bad decisions were born and forgotten by sunrise.I killed the engine and stepped out into the night. Adjusting my jacket, I pushed through the battered front door.The immediate stench of cheap bourbon, and decades of cigarette smoke hit my nostrils like a physical wall. Heavy bass rattled the sticky floorboards. As I walked in, eyes flicked toward me from every shadow, bouncers, lowlifes, and drifters instantly picking up on the six-foot-four wall of muscle.I didn't give a single one of them the time of day. My focus was razor-sharp, scanning the dark corners and high-top tables with one single thought keeping my blood pumping, make sure she is safe.I wasn't even certain she’d still be here. But I couldn't just rest until I saw her with my own two eyes.Moving deeper into the low, amber haze of the bar, my eyes finally locked ont

Roman’s POVI stood there like a statue beneath her desperate grip, my heart sinking into a bitter abyss.I couldn't fathom it. After everything my brother had done, after tossing her aside, after flaunting his filth in her face, she was here, broken into a million pieces, begging me for a way to crawl back to him.And the worst part? Dario knew it. He knew she loved him with an insane, untouchable loyalty. That was why he felt zero remorse. He knew that no matter how deep he cut her, she would eventually beg to take him back.She loved him that much. And standing there in the cold night, watching as she wept for Dario, it was a fucking mystery to me, and the painful knife twisting inside my own chest."Fuck..he doesn’t even like going down on anyone," she choked out, her head tilted up toward the smoggy sky as tears continued to track down her cheeks. “Why the fuck did he do it to her? We came to Las Vegas together, Roman... How did Franca even end up doing that with him? She use

Roman’s POVI stared down at her, dumbfounded, searching her eyes for any hint of what the hell she was actually asking.Before I could even process how to answer that, she squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head violently against my chest."Carry!" she practically yelled, correcting herself, her face turning a deep shade of soft red as she looked back up at me. "I meant carry me.”“Would you still carry me?"A faint smile touched my lips, a quiet chuckle breaking free from my chest as the tension instantly shatteredI didn't even hesitate. My eyes softened as I looked down at the pale, tear-stained face resting against my heart. "I'd carry you anyway. Even if you ruined the jacket." She stared up at me for several quiet, heavy seconds, processing the sincerity in my voice. The mockery faded from her expression, replaced by the innocent honesty that only severe intoxication could wring out of a person.She offered me a soft, sleepy smile. "I think..." She yawned heavily, her warm

Roman’s POVThe whispered invitation hung heavy in the air. “Will you help me take it off?”For a second, I couldn't move. I just stared down into those glassy eyes searching mine. I could hear the hard, uneven rhythm of my own heart, but my hands remained steady as I shifted closer on the mattress.I reached for her, my knuckles brushing the burning warmth of her neck as I found the zipper at the back of her dress. The sound of the teeth sliding down the silk was sharp in the quiet of the room. I took it off slowly, my skin grazing hers with every inch I pulled the fabric down. She let out a small, shuddering breath, her head tilting back against the pillow as I slid the straps off her shoulders.I peeled the dress down past her slender waist, taking extra care not to rush. She was completely fluid in my hands, a lazy, intoxicated mess of soft sighs and warm skin. Once the fabric was free, I sat up, folded the dress neatly in the dark, and leaned over to place it on the small si