All Chapters of Tempting The Devil’s Son: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Gianna’s POV“I did kiss you last night,” Roman said.He hesitated, the confession hanging thick and heavy in the space between us.My ears rang as his eyes flicked down to my mouth, then back up to mine.“Yes, I did,” he murmured, his deep voice dropping into a raspy, uneven whisper. “And I’m sorry, Gianna. I’m so fucking sorry.”“I didn’t mean to... I just couldn’t hold back.”A second ago, he looked like a feral god ready to murder his own brother over the mere thought of Dario putting his hands on me. He looked ready to tear the house down brick by brick just to find out if I had kissed Dario back. But as those soft, raw words spilled past his lips, that lethal mask shattered completely. The hard, merciless lines of his face melted away, leaving behind a breathtaking vulnerability that knocked the wind right out of my chest.Roman, the man everyone feared, the man who showed zero mercy to his enemies, was standing in my bedroom, looking entirely unraveled just because he had to

Gianna's POVRoman's gaze was intense, those soft, evil eyes boring into mine, challenging me. He didn't move, but I could feel his breath, hot and ragged, fanning across my face.My hands, with a mind of their own, moved to trace the bulge of his dick print. I could feel it, thick and heavy, straining against the fabric of his pants. Roman remained still, watching me, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the hunger in them, the raw, unbridled lust. It spurred me on, made me bolder.I reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and intense, as I undid it. I popped the button on his pants next, then slowly, torturously, I lowered the zipper. I could see the outline of his boxers now, the tented fabric hinting at what was to come. I wanted to rip them off, to reveal him fully, but I held back. This was a dance, a seduction, and I was going to take my time.My fingers found the waistband of his boxers. I hooked them, pulli

Gianna’s POVRoman reached down, his warm hand firmly grasping my wrist and pulling my own hand away from my pussy. For a heartbeat, I felt exposed, stripped of my only relief, but then his fingers replaced mine. The moment his hand touched my pussy, the world around me simply ceased to exist. It was everything I had ever wished for, and things I didn't even know I wanted.The sensation was overwhelming. It felt ten times fucking better than when Dario had ever touched me. Dario had been clumsy, predictable. Roman was a god. He knew exactly where to press, how to curve his fingers, and how to apply just the right amount of pressure to make my toes curl.Who was this man really? I wondered, my mind spinning. How did he get to know these things?"Fuck..." I groaned, the word cutting short my own thoughts as he found my clit and rubbed it with a slow, agonizingly perfect rhythm.He sure as hell knew what to do with a woman’s body. He wasn't rushing, he was savoring me. He was stimu

Gianna’s POV"Roman… please," I whimpered, tossing my head back against the pillows. "Yes… fuck. Please…"He paused for a second, shifting his weight until his forehead was pinned directly against mine. His chest was heaving, his skin slick with sweat, and for the first time, I saw the raw cracks in his usual stone-cold composure. "Please what, Gianna?" he murmured, his warm breath fanning across my lips."I can’t take it…" I choked out, my fingers wrapping his neck. "It’s too much…""Oh, yes you can," he growled softly, a wicked smirk playing on his lips even as his eyes softened with something dangerously close to devotion. "Will you take it for me?""Yes," I gasped, the shameless surrender slipping out before I could stop it. "Fuck, yes. I will.""Good girl," he whispered.He lifted his hips and drove back into me, hitting that exact spot deep inside that made my entire body go rigid. A sharp cry tore from my throat as a wave of pure ecstasy threatened to pull me under."Roman…

Gianna’s POVI sat at the edge of the plush mattress, the silence of the bedroom wrapping around me like a cold blanket. My heart was still beating, echoing the chaos inside my head.What the hell did I just do?I buried my face in my hands, taking a long, shaky breath. The scent of Roman’s cologne still lingered on my skin, warm and addicting, making my pulse race all over again. I had played him. I had acted angry, turning the entire room upside down, making him think he was the one who had crossed a line, making him feel guilty.It was a sick mind game, and I knew it.I had pushed him away the exact second things got too real because I couldn't risk him seeing through me. I couldn't let him realize that part of me was using him, using his touch, his dark intensity, his dangerous obsession just to burn Dario’s world to the ground."You're playing with fire, Gianna," I whispered to myself, staring blankly at the floorboards. "A man like Roman isn't a pawn. If he catches on, he wo