Todos los capítulos de Tempting my mafia brother -in-law: six months of sin : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

CHAPTER 1 Julianna's POV "Rule number one." Dante's voice was a low, lethal purr that ran straight to my core. I stared at him the way a doe stares at a wolf circling close enough to smell — defenseless, and yet not running. He rolled his sleeves up slowly, one fold at a time, forearms corded with muscle and dark ink, looking into my eyes like a meal he was preparing to ravish. Under the dim light of his private office, he looked less like a man and more like a sin I hadn't committed yet. One I already knew I would. "With me, there is no romance." Another step. "No kissing. No nice words." Another. "And definitely no love." My pulse climbed with every step he took, my skin rising in goosebumps that had nothing to do with the cold weather. My body was reacting to him, anticipating his next move. "I am going to teach you how to ruin my brother in bed, Julianna." He stopped close enough that I had to tip my chin to hold his gaze. "But don't you dare catch feelings." I swal

Julianna's POV It took every ounce of self-control, and one warning glare from my mother, to keep my composure. This wasn't the boring night of wedding talk I'd braced myself for. "Dante." Don Marchetti's voice came sharp, though I caught the hesitation underneath it. He set down his steak knife. "You talk to your brother with respect under my roof. This isn't one of your whorehouses. A seat at this table doesn't erase everything." So Dante was the feared Marchetti son who owned pleasure clubs? "I don't give two fucks about being back in, Father. I care about numbers." Dante didn't even look at him. His gray eyes were pinned on me, heavy and suffocating, emotionless and indifferent. "The docks in Chicago — the ones Alistair just tanked? The local crews wouldn't sign. I went down there myself this morning. The paperwork's on your desk. The Outfit's locked down for five years." Alistair's jaw tightened. Dante was a threat he couldn't compete with, and everyone at the table kne

Julianna’s POV: My mother always told me the devil didn't appear with horns and a robe. She said he came dressed in a tailored suit. But she never warned me about his scent. It was an intoxicating blend of Cuban tobacco, bourbon and something familiar – freedom, Vegas. My devil. Dante Marchetti looked exactly as he had the night he walked out of my life: tall, dominating and devastatingly handsome. He didn't glance back as he led me into his private office. I followed the broad line of his shoulders, watching the deliberate way he moved, every calculated gesture. He poured a drink into a glass and downed it in one sharp motion, his expression unreadable. "You're late," he said. The rasp in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I swallowed against the tightness in my throat. "The traffic—" "I don't care for excuses, Julianna." He set the glass down with a thud that echoed in the quiet room. "If you're going to involve me in this, you arrive when I tell you to. I'm a busy

Chapter 7 Julianna's POV I looked dazzling in my white emerald gown. My hair was styled to perfection. My makeup was done flawlessly. I looked exactly like the perfect future Italian mafia queen. Alistair's queen. The heavy satin pooled around my feet, feeling like cold water against my skin. But it did nothing to cool the burn Dante had left behind. For the past two days, I had lived in agony. Every single moment was unbearable. When I drove, my chest tightened until I couldn't breathe. When I ate, the cook's delicious meals tasted like cardboard. I tried distracting myself with silly romance novels and mindless movies, but nothing worked. Dante governed my thoughts, night and day. “People change, Julianna. Three years is a long time.” His cold words echoed in my head as I stared at my reflection. He had changed. The boy who used to hold me in the blistering Nevada heat was gone. The boy who swore he hated the smell of cigars because it reminded him of his father’s suff

Julianna’s POV When I felt the buzz in my purse, I knew it was Dante. His eyes had been fixed on me all evening and it scared me. Surely, I wasn't the only one that noticed. I glanced at the screen, hoping it was a reminder from Alistair about the evening’s schedule, but instead saw Dante’s name flashed on the screen. My heart hammered and I looked around me to make sure no one was near me before I read it. Lesson 1—The east wing balcony. Five minutes. He couldn't be serious. He chose today of all days, on my engagement night to start lesson one. My mind raced with so many thoughts, the most reasonable was texting him back that I wouldn't come. But I remembered his words from his private office. “Rule five, you're available whenever I want you to. Whenever Julianna.” Excitement curled warm and dangerous in my belly. I could feel the weight of Alistair’s possessive grip still lingering on my hip from earlier, his brandy‑scented breath a reminder that I was already claimed—