All Chapters of Tempting The Devil’s Son: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Gianna’s POVRoman’s jaw clenched. He loved control, but he was slowly realizing that the quiet girl he picked up off the floor was slipping right out of his grasp."So, Roman..." I murmured, lowering my voice into a soft, sultry purr while locking my eyes strictly onto his lips, giving him a deliberate, irresistible hint of what I meant. "I'm ready to leave. If you're not... you can meet me at home."His eyes darkened, the possessive rage rolling off him in waves."No, Gianna," he commanded, his voice cold, leaving zero room for argument. "You leave nowhere."I arched an eyebrow, tilting my head in mock confusion. "And why is that?""Because I will take you home myself.""Okay, fine," I said, gesturing toward the exits. "Then we can go now.""No," Roman said flatly, adjusting the cuff of his suit. "We have to wait until this is over.""But it's actually over," I pointed out, turning my body slightly and raising my chin toward them.Across the grand hall, Lanci was delivering his for

Roman’s POVThroughout the entire ride back home, Gianna was quieter than I had ever seen her before.She sat in the passenger seat, her shoulder pressed flush against the door frame, her body curled slightly away from me. The car was dead silent, heavy with everything that had just happened.I kept my hands loose on the steering wheel, my eyes flicking between the dark stretch of highway ahead and the quiet girl sitting beside me.Hearing everything she and Franca had spilled out in that violent, hate-filled moment made me sit back and analyze the entire board. All this time, her frantic, desperate pursuit of Dario had a deeper root. Even when she loved him with every fiber of her being, even when my younger brother had shown her a thousand times over that he was too weak to deserve her, she had kept pushing. She had fought for him, bled for him, and taken every humiliating blow he handed her.She had a motive.A desperate motive that went beyond a young girl’s broken heart. She

Roman’s POVShe went completely still in my arms. "You’ll... you’d really do that for me?""Yes, I will," I murmured, leaning my cheek against her head. "And so much more, Gianna.""Why?" her voice cracked, small and delicate in the quiet night. "Why would you do that for me?"I didn't answer right away. Instead, I carefully loosened my grip around her waist, catching her by the shoulders to turn her around slowly. I spun her until she was facing me, bringing her flush against my chest so I could look straight down into her eyes while I gave her my answer."Because I want to, Gianna," I said softly. I reached up with one hand, my fingers gently tangling into her soft hair, brushing a stray strand behind her ear as I spoke. "I don’t like seeing you sad. And if this is what it takes to make you happy again, I would gladly do it."She blinked up at me. "Really?"The way she looked at me in that exact moment, with the softest, most vulnerable gaze I had ever seen on a woman, nearly brou

Gianna’s POVThe words hit me like a slap to the face. Heat flooded my cheeks, a sharp thrill racing down my spine."Why are you so..." I stumbled over my breath, pushing against his chest with both hands. "You sound..."I scrambled backward, stepping away from his towering frame until my back hit the wooden edge of the counter. I needed space. I needed air."Different?" Roman finished for me, stepping right into the space I had just vacated. He moved like a shadow, effortless, silent, and completely inescapable. "Yes. Because I’m done playing games with you, Gianna.""I'm not playing games," I spat, folding my arms across my chest to hide the tremble in my hands."Liar," he murmured, taking another slow step toward me. "I have watched you since the second you walked into this house.”“You are no naive little girl. I saw what you did at Lanci’s engagement party."I stiffened. "I didn't do anything.""You didn't need to throw a tantrum," Roman continued, his tone low and mocking. "You

Gianna’s POVHe didn't lower me gently, he tossed me. I hit the soft cushions with a muted thud, bouncing slightly as the fabric gave way beneath my weight. The jolt rattled my teeth, snapping my senses into sharp, hyper-aware focus. I stared up at him, my breath hitching.A smirk curled his lips, slow and predatory. "Why did you do that?" I snapped, trying to inject spite into my voice, though it came out breathless and shaky."You like that, don't you?" he countered. It wasn't a question. His voice was a dark whisper, a dare that hung thick in the space between us.I opened my mouth to deny it, to scold him for his arrogance, but the word slipped out before my brain could engage the brakes. "Yes."The admission hung in the air. Heat rushed to my cheeks, a burning embarrassment that had nothing to do with the temperature of the space. How could I admit that? How could I enjoy being manhandled, being treated like something he could just throw around? It was reckless, unlike me, yet