Lahat ng Kabanata ng LIKE IT OR NOT, YOU'RE MINE; A Don's obsession : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

~~Ines~~Mr. Vance's smirk stretched slowly across his face, wiping away the nervous, sweating man I'd confronted only minutes ago. Whatever fear I'd seen in him before was gone, replaced by a calm that made the back of my neck prickle.A thought slammed into me.What if he contacted Roman?No fucking way. He couldn't know Roman.I forced the thought down before it could take root.“I didn't do anything, Ines,” he said smoothly, stepping fully into the office before leaning against the closed door. He looked far too comfortable for a man who'd been cornered moments ago. “I simply did what any sensible businessman would do when a volatile liability walks onto his property.”My jaw tightened.Volatile liability?Jesus Christ. Did he really just call me that?“What are you talking about?” I asked, keeping my voice as steady as I could.“You really thought you could just walk away from the Don, didn't you?” Mr. Vance shook his head, a patronizing glint settling into his eyes. “You actuall

~~Roman~~I sat at my desk in the study, the heavy silence broken only by the steady drumbeat of rain against the glass.At the far end of the room, Luca stood frozen like a stone pillar, waiting in the shadows for a cue to move.I let out a slow breath and leaned back in my chair. Even with Ines out in the storm, my mind kept snagging on her. She had too much spine for her own good. I needed to break that habit early and remind her whose roof she was under, and that the only way she left this place was with my say-so.I picked up a heavy silver pen and rolled it between my fingers, letting the silence stretch before I finally spoke.“Where's Carlos?” I asked, keeping my eyes down.“He's resting now.” Luca replied.I nodded and looked away.My thoughts drifted back to her. She’d barely been under my roof forty-eight hours, and she was already trying to claw her way back out. Annoying, but impressive.“Don…” Luca trailed off, his mouth half-open.“Spit it out.” I said absentmindedly.

~~Ines~~The tiles bit into my spine, freezing and flat, but Roman was like a furnace pinning me to the wall. All heat and heavy muscle, he crowded into my space as his fingers moved inside me, steady and demanding.I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying to lock my teeth together and choke back the sound climbing up my throat, but my body wouldn't listen to the warning.“Ah—” My head fell back against the wall, my eyes slipping shut as a hot wave of heat washed right through me, making the pleasure too loud to hide.“That's it, little bird,” he growled, his mouth hovering just an inch from my throat. “Let me hear it.”“Never—” I shook my head, trying to find some scrap of pride left, but the denial shattered the second he shifted his hand, pressing deeper.“Oh God…” A ragged whimper tore out of my mouth before I could catch it.He curled a thick finger, then added a second, stretching me wide with a slow, heavy drag that made my knees shake and my thighs lock around his hip.I

~~Ines~~ He didn't give me an inch of mercy. The steady rhythm turned rough, his hips slamming forward into mine over and over until my breath came in ragged gasps and my whole body rattled against the tile. The coil twisting deep in my stomach pulled tighter and tighter, humming like a wire stretched to the snapping point. I was right there, right on the edge, when his voice cut through the haze. “You don't come until I tell you.” “I'll come whenever the hell I want,” I snapped back, my voice thin, cracking at the edges because the pressure was already too heavy to bear. His hand left my hip, his fingers snapping into the wet strands of my hair and yanking my head back hard. A sharp spike of pain flashed across my scalp and burned down my neck, forcing my spine to arch deep into the wall, shifting the angle of every single thrust until it hit a raw, dizzying nerve. “My hair—Rom—an—stop, it hurts—fuckk–ahhhh—” A wet whimper tangled with the words. “What's sex without a little

~~Ines~~Before I could even process the sound, the little girl's hand slipped from mine, and she darted past me toward the man she had just called her father.She rushed straight to the couch and threw her arms around the battered, bandaged man's neck, burying her face in his shoulder as if she couldn't bear to let him out of her sight again. He winced at the sudden movement, his injured body tensing beneath her weight, but he didn't push her away.“Daddy!” she sobbed, her words breaking apart as she clung to him, her little body shaking with every cry.The man I'd been pitying only moments ago, the one who looked like he'd been through hell and back, immediately lowered his head. He wrapped his good arm around her small frame, holding her as tightly as his injuries would allow, then pressed his face into her curls.“Shhh, it's okay, baby. Daddy's here,” he murmured, his voice rough and unsteady as he whispered one reassurance after another against her hair. “I'm right here. I've got