Todos los capítulos de Tempting The Devil’s Son: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Gianna’s POVLess than three minutes later, the guard walked back out. His stance had completely changed. His head bowed slightly in respect."You may enter, Miss Gianna," he said, holding the door open. "I will take you directly to his office.""Thank you." We walked through massive halls lined with high-end art and polished stone. My soles clicked against the floor. Every vibration from the toy grounded me, reminding me why I came.I was nervous. I didn't know if he would be pissed that I showed up uninvited.Part of me hoped he was secretly happy to see me. As happy as I was to see him.The guard stopped at a set of double doors. He pointed at the polished gold handle."This is it, ma'am."He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me alone in the quiet corridor.My fingers trembled as I raised my hand. I knocked twice.I didn't wait for a response. I turned the handle and pushed the door open.The air in the room was thick with the scent of rich bourbon, and smoke. Roman sat

Gianna’s POVThe blue light of the screens washed over us. Roman did not release his hold on my throat. He simply shifted his weight, using his grip to guide my body forward.He pushed me slowly until my knees hit the edge of a sleek console.My hands slammed down onto the cool, rectangular table in front of us to steady myself. The surface felt cold against my burning palms.Behind me, Roman pressed his body flush against my back.He was an immovable wall of heat and muscle. His hard cock pressed right into the center of my lower back. His mouth hovered right at the sensitive shell of my ear."Watch," he commanded softly.My eyes swept across the wall of live monitors, instantly locking onto a large feed in the upper corner.The camera angle was high, looking down into an office. A middle-aged man sat back in a plush leather chair, his suit jacket discarded on the floor.He was a high-ranking politician, whose face was plastered across every local news channel as a champion of family

Roman’s POVMy skin was still burning.I stood in the center of the room, staring at the empty doorway where Gianna had just vanished.The air still smelled like her. My pulse hammered against my ribs like a trapped beast.My dick was still half-erect, throbbing heavily against the seam of my trousers. My mouth was still wet from between her legs.And then my eyes shifted to the girl still standing near the door.I didn't move immediately. I bent down, my fingers wrapping around my shirt where I had discarded it on the floor moments ago.Why was I so calm?Anyone else who dared to push open my bedroom door without permission would already have a bullet lodged between their eyes. My guards knew better. Anyone knew better.Yet Raina stood there, unfazed.Maybe I didn't want to terrify her. Maybe I didn't want to look like the monster everyone accused me of being. Or maybe I was just too stunned by her lack of survival instinct.I buttoned the shirt slowly, my jaw locked tight."I asked

Roman’s POVI walked over to the corner of the waiting room and sat down on the bench, staring at the floor.A second later, I stood right back up.I couldn't sit still. My mind was spinning violently, dragged backward into a memory I had buried years ago.The blood. The sudden screams. The helpless chaos of it all.It was taking me straight back to the night my mother died.She had been pregnant. She had bled out on the floor while the world around us stood still.The guilt hit my chest like a lead weight. Raina had told me her stomach was hurting. She had explicitly said she was in pain, and I had dismissed her. I had treated her like an annoyance because I was consumed by Gianna.If anything happened to Raina, it would be my fault. I wouldn't be able to live with it.Luca stepped away from the far wall and walked up beside me, his hands folded neatly in front of his suit jacket."She's strong, boss," Luca said softly, his voice calm, grounded, and steady. "The doctors here are the

Gianna’s POVMy heart hammered so hard against my ribs I thought it would snap.Don Xavier stepped past me, his shoes clicking quietly against the blood-stained floor."Unbind her face," he commanded flatly.One of the guards stepped up behind the chair and yanked the cloth gag and blindfold away in one harsh movement.The woman gasped, blinking frantically against the dim light.Tears streamed down her bruised cheeks, cutting clean tracks through the dirt on her face.The moment I saw her facial features, the blood in my veins turned to liquid ice.I recognized her.It was Alessandra Maroni.She was the firstborn daughter of the Maroni family. She was the one who had taken over their entire syndicate's field operations after her father became sick last year.She was a high-ranking mafia figure. A woman who commanded dozens of armed soldiers.Now, she was tied to a chair like an animal, weeping like a child."Per favore... Don Xavier... per favore," Alessandra sobbed, her voice raw an