Sophia walked closer, scanning the restaurant. Her heart pounded in her chest as her eyes darted across the room. The ambient hum of soft jazz music created an atmosphere of luxury and intimacy. Her gaze swept over the elegant decor—golden chandeliers casting a warm glow, pristine white tablecloths, and flickering candlelight—before settling on him.Dante.He was seated at the far-right corner of the restaurant, his presence impossible to miss. His tailored dinner suit fit him like a second skin, accentuating his broad shoulders, slim waist, and powerful frame. The crisp white shirt beneath his midnight-black blazer contrasted sharply with his sun-kissed skin, while his silk tie added a touch of understated elegance. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his chiseled jawline hinted at strength and control. When he shifted in his seat, the soft sheen of his Italian leather shoes caught the light. He looked like the embodiment of a perfect man—confident, composed, and utterly captivat
“Tell me to stop, Princess. Tell me to go away. Say the word and I’ll walk away.”She opened her mouth to speak, but no word came out. Instead she found herself leaning into him, drawn by a force she couldn’t explain, couldn’t fight.She was already his, she knew that the moment her body responded to his presence. An ocean of anticipation swelled within her, her every nerve alight and waiting for what was to come. Her breath hitched as Dante’s lips curled into a knowing smile, the kind that promised he was aware of exactly how deeply she was surrendering to him.Dante’s eyes softened, and he took her silence as a permission. His hand slid up her thigh, stopping just shy of where her body ached for his touch. “You are breathtaking, Princess,” Dante whispered, his voice rough with restraint. “Do you even know what you do to me?”Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, capturing her in kiss that stole her breath. Sophia acrched into the kiss. This kiss that wasn't gentle— it was
Sophia could not get over what had happened at the restaurant. The memories of that night haunted her like a shadow she couldn’t escape. It was as if Dante had left a mark on her body—on her soul. No matter how hard she tried to push it away, it came back.She could still feel his tongue trailing over her skin, hot and wet, making her shiver. The way he had kissed her—slow at first, then rough and hungry—had stolen the breath from her lungs. His hands had explored every inch of her, his touch burning through her clothes, leaving her aching for more.And then, there was the way he sucked her. It had made her lose control, her body reacting without her permission. She had never felt anything like it before. His mouth had claimed her, his grip on her body had been firm, demanding. The way he had grabbed her boobs , squeezed them, teased them—it had sent waves of pleasure through her, making her moan in ways she never thought she could.She had let it happen. She had wanted it.That was w
Dante stared at his phone, his blood raging.His jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around his phone as he watched the call go unanswered again.Sophia was avoiding him.After that night at the restaurant, after the way her body had responded to him, after the way she had melted under his touch, he had been sure she was his. He had tasted her, felt the way she trembled, heard the soft moans she couldn’t hold back. He had taken his time with her, teasing, devouring, driving her to the edge.She had wanted it. He had felt it in the way her body arched for more, in the way she had clung to him, in the way she gasped his name like a secret slipping past her lips.He had been patient, letting her set the pace, letting her get comfortable with the heat between them. But now, she was acting like it never happened. She was running from him.Every nerve in his body burned with frustration.Did she really think she could just ignore him? Pretend that night meant nothing?No.Dante let out a s
The dungeon was cold, dark, and smelled of blood. Water dripped from the ceiling, making a soft, hollow sound. The walls were thick stone, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, swinging slightly. In the center of the room, tied to a metal chair, was the man who had stolen from Dante’s vault. His face was bruised, dried blood crusting on his lips. His hands were tied behind his back, and his ankles were strapped to the chair legs. He had been here for hours, waiting for his fate.Dante entered the room slowly, his footsteps echoing. His dark eyes were cold, his face hard. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing the veins in his arms. He was angry—no, he was furious. But it was not just because of the theft. It was because of Sophia. She had been ignoring him. She had pushed him away, refused to see him, refused to answer his calls. She made him feel something he did not like—something out of his control. It had been days, and he could no
Sophia stood in front of her father, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to back down.“I waited for you, Sophia,” her father said, his voice heavy with disappointment. “You promised to come see me. Instead, you keep avoiding me.”Sophia took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Dad, maybe i will come see you when you stop disturbing me with anything that concerns your mafia men again!” she snapped, her voice louder than she intended. “If we can start having normal conversations like before, then I will come see you. But for now, I’m done! The only thing you care about is forcing me to marry one of these ruthless mafia lords!”Her father’s eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened. “Sophia, you don’t understand—”“I understand perfectly!” she interrupted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I understand that you want to trade me like a piece of property. But I won’t let you!” And you’re always c
Dante’s thumb flicked over her hardened nipple through the fabric of her white coat, sending a sharp jolt through Sophia’s body. A soft whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.Dante’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. His lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.“I want you, princess,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough with hunger.Before she could react, he closed the space between them. His lips captured hers in a fierce, demanding kiss.Sophia gasped against his mouth, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest. But the moment his lips moved, coaxing hers to part, she was lost.Dante kissed her like he owned her—like he had waited too long and wasn’t willing to hold back anymore. His lips were firm, his movements hungry. His tongue slid against hers, exploring, teasing, taking.A soft moan vibrated in her throat, and Dante seized the moment to deepen the kiss. His fingers curled around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. Sophia felt the hardness of his
“You’re mine, and you know it princess.” Dante whispered to her.Sophia could barely reply to Dante. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Her body was still trembling, her breath uneven, and her heart was racing so fast she thought it might burst out of her chest. She felt exposed, not because she wasn’t dressed properly, but because Dante had just seen this side of her again. A side of her that completely surrendered to him.She wanted to look away, to hide the way her cheeks burned, but Dante was still there, standing between her legs, watching her with those dark, intense eyes that seemed to see straight through her.And that was what scared her the most.Because deep inside, she knew she had completely fallen for him.She didn’t want to admit it—not to him, not even to herself—but there was no point denying it anymore. Every part of her body, every part of her soul, craved this man. It wasn’t just about how he made her feel physically—it was the way he completely consu
Sophia could not stop thinking about Dante. Ever since that night in her office, she had stopped fighting her feelings. She had tried to deny it before, but now, she knew the truth—she wanted him. She wanted him in every way. His touch, his kiss, the way he made her body tremble—it was always on her mind. Every time she thought about it, her body reacted. Her heart would beat faster, her skin would feel hot, and she gets wet almost immediately.She had started picking his call every day. She found of talking to him. She told him about her day, about the patients she helped, about the app she was creating. She wanted to help people get easy access to treatment. Dante listened to her talk, and even though she sometimes felt like she was rambling, he never told her to stop.“You really love talking about this app, huh?” Dante teased one night over the phone.Sophia laughed. “I just want to help people.”“I know, princess,” Dante said, his voice deep and warm. “I love hearing you talk ab
“You’re mine, and you know it princess.” Dante whispered to her.Sophia could barely reply to Dante. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Her body was still trembling, her breath uneven, and her heart was racing so fast she thought it might burst out of her chest. She felt exposed, not because she wasn’t dressed properly, but because Dante had just seen this side of her again. A side of her that completely surrendered to him.She wanted to look away, to hide the way her cheeks burned, but Dante was still there, standing between her legs, watching her with those dark, intense eyes that seemed to see straight through her.And that was what scared her the most.Because deep inside, she knew she had completely fallen for him.She didn’t want to admit it—not to him, not even to herself—but there was no point denying it anymore. Every part of her body, every part of her soul, craved this man. It wasn’t just about how he made her feel physically—it was the way he completely consu
Dante’s thumb flicked over her hardened nipple through the fabric of her white coat, sending a sharp jolt through Sophia’s body. A soft whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.Dante’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. His lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.“I want you, princess,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough with hunger.Before she could react, he closed the space between them. His lips captured hers in a fierce, demanding kiss.Sophia gasped against his mouth, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest. But the moment his lips moved, coaxing hers to part, she was lost.Dante kissed her like he owned her—like he had waited too long and wasn’t willing to hold back anymore. His lips were firm, his movements hungry. His tongue slid against hers, exploring, teasing, taking.A soft moan vibrated in her throat, and Dante seized the moment to deepen the kiss. His fingers curled around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. Sophia felt the hardness of his
Sophia stood in front of her father, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to back down.“I waited for you, Sophia,” her father said, his voice heavy with disappointment. “You promised to come see me. Instead, you keep avoiding me.”Sophia took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Dad, maybe i will come see you when you stop disturbing me with anything that concerns your mafia men again!” she snapped, her voice louder than she intended. “If we can start having normal conversations like before, then I will come see you. But for now, I’m done! The only thing you care about is forcing me to marry one of these ruthless mafia lords!”Her father’s eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened. “Sophia, you don’t understand—”“I understand perfectly!” she interrupted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I understand that you want to trade me like a piece of property. But I won’t let you!” And you’re always c
The dungeon was cold, dark, and smelled of blood. Water dripped from the ceiling, making a soft, hollow sound. The walls were thick stone, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, swinging slightly. In the center of the room, tied to a metal chair, was the man who had stolen from Dante’s vault. His face was bruised, dried blood crusting on his lips. His hands were tied behind his back, and his ankles were strapped to the chair legs. He had been here for hours, waiting for his fate.Dante entered the room slowly, his footsteps echoing. His dark eyes were cold, his face hard. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing the veins in his arms. He was angry—no, he was furious. But it was not just because of the theft. It was because of Sophia. She had been ignoring him. She had pushed him away, refused to see him, refused to answer his calls. She made him feel something he did not like—something out of his control. It had been days, and he could no
Dante stared at his phone, his blood raging.His jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around his phone as he watched the call go unanswered again.Sophia was avoiding him.After that night at the restaurant, after the way her body had responded to him, after the way she had melted under his touch, he had been sure she was his. He had tasted her, felt the way she trembled, heard the soft moans she couldn’t hold back. He had taken his time with her, teasing, devouring, driving her to the edge.She had wanted it. He had felt it in the way her body arched for more, in the way she had clung to him, in the way she gasped his name like a secret slipping past her lips.He had been patient, letting her set the pace, letting her get comfortable with the heat between them. But now, she was acting like it never happened. She was running from him.Every nerve in his body burned with frustration.Did she really think she could just ignore him? Pretend that night meant nothing?No.Dante let out a s
Sophia could not get over what had happened at the restaurant. The memories of that night haunted her like a shadow she couldn’t escape. It was as if Dante had left a mark on her body—on her soul. No matter how hard she tried to push it away, it came back.She could still feel his tongue trailing over her skin, hot and wet, making her shiver. The way he had kissed her—slow at first, then rough and hungry—had stolen the breath from her lungs. His hands had explored every inch of her, his touch burning through her clothes, leaving her aching for more.And then, there was the way he sucked her. It had made her lose control, her body reacting without her permission. She had never felt anything like it before. His mouth had claimed her, his grip on her body had been firm, demanding. The way he had grabbed her boobs , squeezed them, teased them—it had sent waves of pleasure through her, making her moan in ways she never thought she could.She had let it happen. She had wanted it.That was w
“Tell me to stop, Princess. Tell me to go away. Say the word and I’ll walk away.”She opened her mouth to speak, but no word came out. Instead she found herself leaning into him, drawn by a force she couldn’t explain, couldn’t fight.She was already his, she knew that the moment her body responded to his presence. An ocean of anticipation swelled within her, her every nerve alight and waiting for what was to come. Her breath hitched as Dante’s lips curled into a knowing smile, the kind that promised he was aware of exactly how deeply she was surrendering to him.Dante’s eyes softened, and he took her silence as a permission. His hand slid up her thigh, stopping just shy of where her body ached for his touch. “You are breathtaking, Princess,” Dante whispered, his voice rough with restraint. “Do you even know what you do to me?”Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, capturing her in kiss that stole her breath. Sophia acrched into the kiss. This kiss that wasn't gentle— it was
Sophia walked closer, scanning the restaurant. Her heart pounded in her chest as her eyes darted across the room. The ambient hum of soft jazz music created an atmosphere of luxury and intimacy. Her gaze swept over the elegant decor—golden chandeliers casting a warm glow, pristine white tablecloths, and flickering candlelight—before settling on him.Dante.He was seated at the far-right corner of the restaurant, his presence impossible to miss. His tailored dinner suit fit him like a second skin, accentuating his broad shoulders, slim waist, and powerful frame. The crisp white shirt beneath his midnight-black blazer contrasted sharply with his sun-kissed skin, while his silk tie added a touch of understated elegance. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his chiseled jawline hinted at strength and control. When he shifted in his seat, the soft sheen of his Italian leather shoes caught the light. He looked like the embodiment of a perfect man—confident, composed, and utterly captivat