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
Without a word, he pulled her closer into more comfortable hug. His presence alone made her feel a little less heavy, but the pain in her heart was still there, raw and deep.At first, she stiffened slightly, not used to being held like this. But as the warmth of his body surrounded her, she felt herself melting into him. His scent—masculine, familiar, safe—filled her senses, and for the first time that day, she took a deep, steady breath.Her fingers clutched the fabric of his suit, gripping it tightly like she was afraid to let go. She didn’t realize how much she had needed this until now. Dante’s arms felt like a shield, a barrier against the world. Against her pain. Against the emptiness she had been drowning in all day.She closed her eyes, resting her cheek against his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady, grounding her. She felt a lump rise in her throat, but she swallowed it down, trying to hold back her emotions.Dante didn’t speak. He didn’t rush her. He just held her,
Once they finished eating, Dante leaned back in his chair, watching Sophia with a satisfied look. The meal was delicious, and he could tell she had put effort into making it special. He appreciated that. Sophia stood up, beginning to clear the plates, but before she could carry anything, Dante reached out and took them from her hands.“I’ll help,” he said simply.She blinked at him in surprise. She hadn’t expected that. “You don’t have to, Dante. You’re my guest.”He smirked. “And? I don’t see why that means I can’t help. Come on, let’s clean up together.”She hesitated for a moment but then gave him a small smile. “Okay.”Together, they cleared the dining area. Sophia collected the glasses while Dante carried the plates to the kitchen. His movements were smooth and confident, as if he had done this a thousand times before. She was impressed—he didn’t seem like the type of man who did house chores.When they reached the kitchen, Sophia turned on the tap, letting warm water fill the s
Dante felt the shift in the air the moment Sophia stood up. Her movements were slow, deliberate. Her eyes, darkened with something he knew was more than just emotion, locked onto his with an intensity that made his muscles tense.She moved closer, her breath warm against his skin as she leaned in, her fingers grazing his jaw before trailing down to his neck. Dante swallowed hard, his entire body tightening with restraint. She was looking at him with the most seductive eyes he had ever seen, her lips slightly parted, tempting, inviting.Sophia reached for his collar, tugging him closer until their faces were just inches apart. Her breath hitched as her lips barely brushed against his. “Dante…” she whispered, her voice heavy with longing.Dante’s jaw clenched. She was tipsy—he could tell from the slight haze in her eyes and the way she swayed just a little. She wasn’t drunk, but she wasn’t entirely in control either. And that meant he couldn’t—no, he wouldn’t—take advantage of her.But
Dante looked down at Sophia, her body completely relaxed. Her soft breathing filled the quiet room, her face calm and free from the sadness she had carried all day. He let out a slow breath, knowing he had done what he set out to do—make her feel good, take her mind off her pain, and give her the rest she needed.Carefully, he reached down and scooped her up in his arms. She was light in his grasp, her body warm and soft against his chest. As he carried her to her room, he moved with slow, deliberate steps, not wanting to wake her. He could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing, her head resting against his shoulder. A strand of hair had fallen over her face, and as he reached the bedroom, he gently brushed it aside, his fingers lingering on her skin for just a moment.The room was dimly lit, the air filled with the faint scent of her perfume. Dante lowered her onto the bed with utmost care, making sure she remained comfortable. Her body shifted slightly, but she didn’t wake.
Dante woke up the next morning with the same thoughts that had filled his mind before he fell asleep—Sophia. The memory of her soft moans, the way she trembled under his touch, the way she whispered his name with such desperate need—it all played over and over in his head like a sweet, torturous dream.He ran a hand through his hair, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to gather his thoughts. Last night had tested his self-control more than he had ever imagined. He had wanted her—desperately. But he refused to take her when she wasn’t in the right frame of mind.Still, the temptation had been unbearable.Dante sighed, turning onto his side, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought about what he needed to do. He could no longer ignore what he felt for Sophia. It wasn’t just physical—though every inch of him craved her. It was something much deeper.From the moment he met her, something inside him had shifted. He had never felt this way about anyone before. Women had always been temp
Sophia arrived at the hospital feeling extremely happy. A wide smile stretched across her face as she walked through the entrance, greeting the staff warmly. She didn’t even know exactly what was making her so happy. Was it the early morning text from Dante? Or was it the app he had gifted her?Both made her heart swell with joy, and she couldn’t stop thinking about them.As she stepped into the hospital, her assistant hurried over, taking her bag from her as usual.“Good morning, Doctor Sophia,” the assistant said cheerfully.“Good morning,” Sophia replied with a bright smile.Her assistant followed her to her office, placing the bag on the desk before stepping back. “Your schedule for today is already set. Do you want me to bring you some coffee before you start?”Sophia shook her head. “No, I’m fine. Thank you.”With that, she took a deep breath and got ready for her daily routine.As a doctor, her mornings were always busy. She started her day by attending to new patients. She mov
Sophia arrived at Dante’s penthouse, and the moment she stepped out of the car, her breath caught in her throat.The building stood tall and proud, its sleek black glass windows reflecting the city lights. It was modern yet mysterious, elegant yet intimidating—just like the man who owned it. The entrance was lined with marble steps leading to massive double doors that screamed wealth and power.As she walked in, the luxury overwhelmed her. The high ceilings, the shimmering chandeliers, and the polished marble floors made everything look grand. The walls were adorned with expensive artwork, and the furniture was the finest she had ever seen. Plush leather couches, gold-accented coffee tables, and a fireplace that flickered with warmth.She could see a grand piano in the corner, untouched yet perfectly placed. Large floor-to-ceiling windows displayed a breathtaking view of the city skyline, the lights below looking like fallen stars. The open-plan design made everything look even more m
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