All Chapters of The Don's Covenant: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

The heavy oak door clicked shut, leaving Olivia alone in a room that felt entirely stripped of air.She remained slumped across the vanity, her lower body numb, her bare skin trembling violently against the freezing marble. The silence in the master suite wasn’t peaceful; it was a vast, heavy void that pressed into her chest until she could barely expand her lungs.Slowly, agonizingly, Olivia pushed herself up with her unmined hands. Her wrists bore deep, angry red indentations from the silk ribbon, the skin tender and hot to the touch. Every muscle in her core protested as she swung her legs over the edge of the vanity, her feet touching the plush rug. The moment her weight hit her feet, a sharp, white-hot ache shot through her pelvis, forcing a soft, broken gasp from her throat.She reached out, her fingers catching the edge of the dark wood vanity to keep from collapsing onto the floor.On the floor beside her lay the remnants of her composure: the silk blouse tossed aside, the fro

The blue silk dress hung in the walk-in wardrobe like an exhibit in a museum—a liquid drape of deep sapphire that caught the soft recessed lighting of the dressing room. When Olivia put it on, she realized it had been tailored to her exact measurements without a single fitting. It clung to the curve of her waist, fell in a long, unbroken line to her ankles, and left her shoulders and collarbone entirely bare.There were no zippers or buttons she could reach easily; it fastened at the back with a row of small, fabric-covered hooks, requiring her to stretch her sore arms behind her back to secure herself into his chosen armor.At precisely five minutes to six, the electronic lock on her bedroom door chimed, and Lorenzo stepped into the entryway. He offered a respectful nod, his eyes remaining strictly professional.“The Don is waiting in the formal dining hall, Mrs. Capone,” Lorenzo said, gesturing toward the corridor. “If you will follow me.”Olivia didn’t argue. The weight of her sign

The unbuckling of the brass fittings was a quiet relief, but the weight of her surrender remained heavy in the room.As her arms fell from the wooden headboard, Olivia’s muscles trembled violently from the strain. She couldn’t hold herself up; her strength had completely evaporated, leaving her limp and shivering on the mattress. Before she could collapse into the cold sheets, Salvatore’s powerful arms caught her around her waist and shoulders, lifting her effortless frame into his lap.He didn’t move away. He sat back against the heavy mahogany headboard, drawing her tight against his chest. He pulled the velvet duvet up and around them both, cocooning her bare, burning skin in thick, soft warmth.“Shh, dolcezza,” Salvatore murmured, his deep baritone a low, grounding rumble against her ear. “I have you. It’s over.”Olivia buried her face in the crook of his neck, her chest heaving as silent, hot tears finally spilled over her lashes, soaking into the collar of his open dark shirt. S