Novel & Cerita Taking Back Control Novel Grace And Antonio

It wasn't to talk about the night before, it was for something else. "My son, Antonio just got back from Italy. He won an award — youngest billionaire in Italy. He’s coming back to expand his company branch here and… he says he’s ready to find a wife" I smiled at that. Antonio. I still thought of him as Anthony though. Vanessa's cute little boy I'd helped raise. I recalled all the time I babysitted whenever she and her husband, Derek were busy with work or how I helped him with his homework. He got a scholarship at Italy, right after high-school and had to leave.

“And you stop trying to gain control over me.” I clench my jaw, my grip on her arms tightening as I try to hold back my frustration. I lean in closer, our faces mere inches apart, my voice low and threatening. “You may have won this small battle, Grace, but don’t mistake it for victory.” Her gaze locks onto mine, a fierce determination in her eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Steve. And I won’t let you control me.” I release my grip on her arms and step back, still fixing my eyes filled with rage on her. “We’ll see who will control whom.”

Antonio's voice came as his hips continued to thrust into her, his eyes dark with desire as he sought to prolong the moment. Angela cried out, her body spasming with each movement, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. “Antonio… I can't anymore,” Jill gasped, her voice trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Antonio's lips curled into a smirk, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin. “Oh, but you will,” he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of danger. In a desperate attempt to regain control, Antonio flipped Angela onto her stomach, pinning her hips down with his weight.

Grinch stopped—hand on the doorknob. Then he pushed it open and walked out. Antonio inhaled once—controlled, icy. “Very well.” He turned back to the table, sliding a blade onto his knuckles with a soft, lethal click. “If he won’t stand by me…” Antonio murmured, “then he stands in my way.” He lifted his chin. “Load the car.”

"You're the one who dragged me in here. And last I checked, you wanted to give me a free ride. Did you forget?" Antonio ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. "Just... get out, Camila. Before I do something we both regret." Camila watched him closely, the way his body tensed. For the first time since they met, she had the upper hand; he was the one cracking. Now he's feeling the pressure, isn't he? Suddenly, Antonio’s control snapped. He ripped her hands away from him and pinned one arm against the door. His grip was like iron bands.

My violet eyes were glowing with a fierce, predatory light. Antonio thought he was seducing a pariah. Mia thought she was fighting a monster. They were both right. But they had no idea that the Queen was back. And she was going to take her throne back, one broken piece at a time. I pushed open the door to the study, ready to begin the slow, agonizing process of stripping Antonio Rossi of everything he owned. Starting with his soul.

"But don’t forget who’s in control." Cassandra leaned closer, her breath carrying a challenge. "Your control won’t last forever, Antonio." Antonio’s smile faded, replaced by a sharp look that seemed to drop the temperature of the room by several degrees. He stepped even closer, the gap between them nearly nonexistent. Then, in a surprising move, he shed his shirt, revealing his muscular, sculpted torso, adding heat to the already tense atmosphere.

Back to the last time she was home. The shouting. The disappointment. The day she was made to feel like a mistake. And now— They wanted her back. Not out of love. But control. Her hand moved to her stomach. “I’m not that girl anymore,” she whispered to herself. Johnny glanced at her briefly. “You okay?” he asked. Grace nodded. “I have to be.” Across town— Anita smiled as she ended another call. Everything was moving perfectly. “She’ll have no choice now,” she said to herself.

I took some steps back "What did you do?" I asked him. "Your friend was suddenly trying to back off,.so I made her quite.." What!! Grace was backing off, and he killed her. Oh God! He seriously killed her. My heart was racing hard in my body, I clenched hard to control my emotions. "I got your file, now leave my brother." I said to her, "I knew you would do this, you are such a nice girl. I really like you…" Antonio said to her, giving her scary vibes. Before she could understand anything, he put a cloth on her face and next she lost her senses and fall down in his arms.

Just as I was about to agree to the invitation and place my hand on Marcus, Antonio showed up out of nowhere, grabbing my hand. "I'm afraid this dance is spoken for," he said smoothly, his other hand finding the small of my back with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. Marcus smiled politely, completely unshaken by Antonio’s Alpha aura. “Alpha Antonio, don’t you need to dance with your fated mate? I heard that—” “Annalisa is my mate,” Antonio cut him off and looked at him with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “And my wife.”