His hands roamed her body, pulling her closer, as if he could mold her into him. The warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips sent a wildfire through his veins.He wanted more.He needed more.Just as he was about to strip her dress away completely, Sophia surprised him.Without a word, she slipped down onto her knees before him, her eyes locked on his. The intensity in her gaze made his breath hitch. There was something different about her now—something bolder, more confident. She looked up at him with a sultry expression, her lips slightly parted, her dark eyes filled with desire.Dante’s entire body tensed as she reached for his belt, unfastening it with skilled fingers. His breath grew heavier, his pulse quickening. He had never seen her like this before. The shy, hesitant woman from before was gone, replaced by someone who knew exactly what she wanted.And what she wanted was him.She slowly pulled down his zipper, her fingers grazing over his hard, throbbing cock through the fa
Dante frowned, his dark eyes searching her face as he asked, “Why the sudden change of mind?”Sophia didn’t answer. She lowered her gaze, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress as she fought the embarrassment creeping up her spine. How could she explain what she was feeling? How could she tell him that the moment she came back to her senses, she felt like she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole?If only he knew how badly I want to disappear right now, she thought.Dante sighed, his voice softer this time. “Sophia, we just had a good moment. Why do you want to leave all of a sudden?”She still didn’t answer. She just turned her face away, refusing to meet his eyes. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t upset—she was just overwhelmed. Instead of explaining, she whispered the same words again, “I’m going home.”Dante studied her for a moment, his jaw tightening. He wasn’t used to being ignored, and he hated not knowing what was going on in her mind. But he could see she was
Sophia sat comfortably in her study, sipping her morning coffee, her bare legs stretched out under the desk. She wore a pair of soft cotton shorts and a loose tank top, something light and cozy for a lazy weekend. Weekends were her time to relax, and today, she had planned to spend the whole day working on finalizing her app. It was the perfect distraction—the only thing that could keep her mind from wandering back to the previous night.But no matter how hard she tried to focus, Dante still found his way into her thoughts.She clenched her jaw, gripping her coffee mug tightly. Why am I still thinking about him? she scolded herself. She had spent the whole night tossing and turning, replaying everything that had happened between them. And now, even when she was trying to work, he still haunted her mind.She took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts away, directing all her attention to her laptop screen.She had finally managed to concentrate—at least a little—when something su
The moment Sophia looked at Dante, every trace of embarrassment from the previous day vanished. Just seeing him had an instant calming effect on her, like a wave of warmth washing over her tense body.It suddenly hit her—every time she was on the verge of breaking, Dante had always shown up, right on time, without fail. Like fate kept placing him right where she needed him.Was this a sign?Were they supposed to be together?The thought sent her mind spiraling, making her heart race in a way she wasn’t sure she was ready to understand.She got lost in her thoughts, replaying every moment they had shared since the day they met. The stolen glances, the heated tension, the way his touch set her body on fire, the way he made her feel things she had never felt before.And then, last night.A fresh wave of heat rushed to her cheeks as she remembered how she had shamelessly fallen to her knees for him, how she had touched him, how she had taken him in her mouth like a woman starved. The way
Dante sat in his office, his fingers tapping lightly against the polished surface of his desk. His sharp eyes were fixed on nothing in particular, lost in deep thought. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. His mind drifted back to the mission that had fueled his every decision for the past few years—the hunt for his father’s killer.He had spent years gathering information, tracking enemies, and eliminating threats, but lately, he had been distracted. It wasn’t like him to lose focus, not when revenge was at stake. His father’s death was still an open wound, one that could only be healed with blood. He had sworn to find the person responsible and make them pay. Yet, somehow, in the past few weeks, his thoughts had been clouded with something—or rather, someone—else.Sophia.The mere thought of her made his hardened expression soften slightly. She was unlike anyone he had ever met. She had a way of getting under his skin, of making him feel things
Dante pulled up outside Sophia’s office building, stepping out of his sleek black car. The moment he entered, his eyes searched for her, eager to see her face. His heart thumped harder when he spotted her in heroffice. She was gathering her things, completely unaware of his presence yet.God, she’s beautiful.Dante took a deep breath and stepped inside. The moment Sophia looked up and saw him, her whole face lit up. That smile—so bright, so full of warmth—it melted every bit of stress in him. He didn’t even realize how tense he had been until that very second.She stood up as he walked toward her, and before she could say a word, he pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss. Sophia gasped softly but melted into his arms, her hands resting on his chest. His lips moved slowly against hers, savoring every second.When he pulled away, she blinked up at him, breathless.“You came just in time,” she whispered.“I always will,” Dante murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.She smile
Lilian stepped out of the casino, one of her family’s many businesses. The casino was more than just a place where people gambled their money away—it was one of the key establishments where her family laundered money from their mafia dealings. It was a crucial part of their empire, and as the daughter of someone who works closely with a mafia figure, Lilian had a deep understanding of how their operations worked.As she walked toward the sleek black car waiting for her, her bodyguard quickly opened the door for her. Without sparing him a glance, she slipped into the backseat. Her driver was already seated in the front, his hands firmly on the wheel, ready to take her to her next destination. Her assistant, a sharp and efficient woman, slid into the seat beside her.The moment the car pulled away from the casino, her PA wasted no time. She opened her tablet and began listing out Lilian’s remaining schedule for the day, her tone professional and precise. Lilian listened absentmindedly,
Three Days later. Sophia sat on the couch, her fingers lightly tracing the frame of her mother’s portrait. The large picture hung on the wall, glowing softly under the dim light of the room. Her mother’s eyes, kind and full of warmth, stared back at her. The smile on her face was gentle—the kind of smile that made a house feel like home and eradicated people's worry in seconds. It had been years since her mother passed, but the pain still felt fresh, scorching against her body and soul. Some wounds never truly healed—wounds like this one. Today was her mother’s death anniversary, a day that should have been filled with light and remembrance. Instead, Sophia sat alone, lost in the silence of her apartment.She let out a deep sigh, her heart heavy with thoughts of what life could have been. If her mother were still alive, everything would be different. She would have had a childhood filled with warmth instead of cold, painful memories. There would have been laughter instead of endless
As his tongue explored every inch of her mouth, his hands roamed freely over her body, tracing every curve, every dip, as if memorizing her through touch. His fingers gripped her waist, pulling her closer, making her melt into him.Without breaking the kiss, Dante scooped her effortlessly into his strong arms, holding her against his chest as if she weighed nothing. He carried her with ease, his lips never leaving hers, his tongue still dominating her mouth with deep, hungry strokes.With one hand, he reached for the knob of the restaurant door, pushing it open without hesitation. He moved with purpose, heading straight for the elevator, his grip on her firm, possessive. As soon as they reached it, he pressed the button, and when the doors slid open, he stepped inside, his body never parting from hers.His fingers found the button for the last floor, pressing it quickly. The doors shut, enclosing them in their private world of heat and desire.Dante suddenly tightened his hold on her,
As soon as they reached the elegantly set table, Dante pulled out a chair for Sophia like a perfect gentleman. She smiled warmly at his gesture, her heart swelling with love. He then took his seat across from her, his intense gaze never leaving her.The moment they settled in, the chef appeared, dressed in a crisp white uniform, carrying a bottle of the finest red wine. With a graceful movement, he poured the deep crimson liquid into their glasses, the aroma filling the air. He then placed their first course on the table—a beautifully plated Caprese salad. Fresh slices of ripe tomatoes and creamy mozzarella cheese were drizzled with rich balsamic glaze, topped with fresh basil leaves.Sophia picked up her fork, still grinning from ear to ear, her excitement bubbling over. She took a bite, the combination of flavors melting on her tongue. “Mmm,” she hummed, closing her eyes for a second. “This is so good.”Dante smirked, his eyes darkening with something more than just admiration. He w
Sophia reached for the door handle, her heart fluttering with excitement, but just as she was about to open it, the door swung open from the other side.And then—everything stopped.It was as if time itself had frozen, trapping them in a moment that belonged only to them. Their eyes locked, and the air between them grew heavy with unspoken words, raw emotion, and something even deeper—something that neither of them could put into words but could feel in every inch of their being.Dante stood there, utterly still, his breath caught in his throat as he took her in. His gaze traveled slowly, drinking in every detail—her flawless red gown, the way it hugged her curves like it was made just for her, the shimmering gold jewelry that adorned her skin like delicate kisses, the way her hair was styled to perfection, framing the face he had grown obsessed with.But what truly made his chest tighten with longing was the way she was looking at him.Sophia was lost in him, drowning in the sight of
Dante led Sophia to the elevator, his hand still wrapped around hers. As the doors slid shut, soft golden lights filled the space, casting a warm glow over them. The elevator moved smoothly, ascending to the very top floor of the villa. Sophia’s heart pounded with excitement, wondering what he wanted to show her.When the doors opened, Dante guided her into a large, breathtaking room. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes widened in shock.The space before her was breathtaking. It wasn’t just a room—it was a dream closet, she thought the one in Dante’s mansion was the best but this before her only existed in movies or among royalty. The walls were lined with endless racks of designer gowns, each more stunning than the last. Silky fabrics in rich colors, intricate lace, and shimmering sequins caught the soft lighting, making the dresses look almost magical.On the far side of the room, shelves displayed an exquisite collection of high-end heels, each pair arranged perfectly. There w
Dante lay beside Sophia, his gaze tracing over her delicate features as she slept peacefully. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her lips slightly parted, and her dark hair spread out across the pillow like a halo. She looked so soft, so utterly breathtaking, and a deep sense of possessiveness swelled in his chest.As if sensing his intense gaze, Sophia’s lashes fluttered, and slowly, her eyes opened. The moment they met Dante’s piercing stare, a small smile played on her lips.“How was your sleep?” he asked, his voice deep and velvety.Before she could answer, he leaned down, effortlessly scooping her into his arms, pulling her against his bare chest. His warmth enveloped her, and her body melted into his embrace. His lips brushed over hers in a slow, teasing kiss before trailing lower, capturing the soft skin of her neck between his teeth. A shiver ran through her, and a breathy whimper escaped her lips as his hands found her boobs, kneading them gently.“Dante,” she breath
Luca arrived at the restaurant before her, choosing a secluded table at the farthest corner of the dimly lit space. He had no interest in being seen with Lilian, and he certainly didn’t trust her enough to meet in a public place without keeping his back to the wall. His sharp eyes scanned the entrance, his fingers tapping impatiently against the table.Minutes later, the sound of clicking heels echoed through the restaurant. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was—her presence was impossible to ignore. Lilian strutted toward him with the confidence. She wore a fitted black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, paired with red stilettos that made her legs look longer than they already were.A cocky smile played on her lips as she approached, her voice smooth and teasing.“Luca.”She stopped right in front of him, tilting her head as she looked him over.“You haven’t changed one bit. You still look the same.”Her tone was laced with amusement, but there was an underlying edge
Dante guided Sophia into the warm bath, holding her close as the soothing water enveloped them. He ran his hands over her body, massaging her tired muscles while stealing soft kisses from her lips, her shoulders, and the delicate curve of her neck. Every now and then, he couldn’t resist giving her ass a playful spank, grinning at the way she gasped and squirmed against him.He was still hard, still aching for her, but he could see the exhaustion settling in her features. She had already given him everything, surrendering to pleasure over and over again, and he knew she needed rest. Even as his body craved another round, he chose to take care of her instead.Once they finished bathing, Dante stepped out first, grabbing a plush towel and wrapping it securely around his waist. He reached for another towel, gently drying Sophia’s damp skin before slipping a silk robe over her shoulders, making sure she was warm and comfortable.Lifting her effortlessly into his arms, he carried her back
Her orgasm consumed her like a wildfire, scorching through every nerve, every cell, until she was nothing but pure sensation. It was as if her entire existence had led to this moment, this release, this overwhelming pleasure that shattered her completely. She had never cum this hard before—never lost herself so entirely to pleasure that her mind ceased to function.Her body trembled violently in Dante’s arms, her walls pulsing around his thick cock, milking him, desperate for more. Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as aftershocks wracked her frame. Time felt frozen, her mind clouded with bliss.When she finally regained control, her hazy eyes landed on Dante. He was still holding her close, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her, his cock buried deep inside her—but he wasn’t moving. His broad chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. his dark eyes locked onto her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. The raw hunger in his gaze was enough to make her core clench a
Their eyes remained locked an unspoken intensity passing between them, he pushed the bathroom door with ease gently set her down, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment before he turned to fix a warm bath for her. The sound of water filling the tub echoed in the room, but Sophia wasn’t paying attention to it.Her gaze drifted downward, landing on the prominent bulge straining against his pants. A jolt of electricity shot through her body, making her core clench with need, despite her blissful exhaustion from cumming so hard in his mouth. Her breathing hitched as she licked her lips, her eyes darkening with raw desire.“Your… your cock,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s hard.”Dante turned back to her, a dark smirk curving his lips as he caught the way her pupils dilated with hunger. He stepped closer, his fingers grazing her chin as he tilted her face up to meet his heated stare.“Yes, princess,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky. “It’s hard—so fucking har