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
Dante inhaled deeply, taking in her soft, sweet scent. “You smell so nice, princess,” he murmured, leaning in slightly as he sniffed her again, wanting to fill his lungs with her fragrance.“I want to tell you something,” they both said at the same time.Sophia blinked in surprise, then let out a nervous chuckle. “Go first, Dante,” she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.Dante exhaled slowly, his grip on her hands tightening just a little. He didn’t want to mess this up. He had never been the type to struggle with words, yet here he was, feeling like a schoolboy trying to confess his feelings for the first time.He sat up, pulling Sophia with him so they were both sitting face to face. He needed to look into her eyes, needed her to see the sincerity in his own. His hands remained firmly around hers, his thumbs brushing gently against her skin. He cleared his throat, but his voice was still rough with emotion when he finally spoke.“Sophia…” he started, pausing as he s
Sophia trailed her hands down Dante’s firm, muscular body, her fingertips tracing over his sculpted chest and abdomen, feeling the raw power beneath her touch. Her breathing grew heavier, anticipation thick between them. Slowly, she broke from the intoxicating kiss and lowered herself to her knees, her eyes locked onto his with a smoldering intensity.Dante watched her, his chest rising and falling in deep, measured breaths, his jaw clenched as if he were trying to contain himself. But the moment her delicate fingers reached for his belt, he knew there was no controlling what she was doing to him.With slow, deliberate movements, she unbuckled his belt, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room. Her fingers brushed against his waist as she unfastened the button of his trousers, then carefully slid the zipper down. Dante’s muscles tensed under her touch, his restraint unraveling with every second.She pushed his trousers down, revealing the thick outline of his arousal pressing agai
Dante’s fingers moved slowly, tracing a delicate path down Sophia’s face, trailing over her collarbone and down to her lower abdomen. His touch was light, teasing, yet it sent shivers through her entire body. A soft moan slipped past her lips, her voice breathy with anticipation.“Oh… my… Dante,” she murmured, her body reacting to every stroke of his fingertips.Her soft, needy voice was like fuel to Dante’s fire. The way she trembled beneath his touch, the way she whispered his name—it was driving him insane.Dante’s gaze darkened as he took his fingers back up, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. His fingers trailed lower again, circling over her chest, grazing her boobs, making her breathe hitch. Her heart pounded against her ribs, her body completely at his mercy.She parted her lips slightly, her eyes locked onto his, filled with hunger. Dante smirked, his dominance taking over as he gently pressed his index finger against her mouth.Without hesitation, Sophia took h
Her face was filled with unfulfilled desire, her pussy aching for Dante’s cock. She arched herself closer to him, craving more. He loved everything he was doing to her, relishing every reaction he drew from her.He proceeded to kissing her pussy lips, his lips touching her clit. His dick throbbed harder seeing how wet she is. He rubbed his fingers up and down her clit, giving her the feeling she longed for. He began to stimulate it sexually than before. “Mmmmmmm” her breathing become higher as she clutched tightly to the couch. Not breaking eye contact with him. Dante looked at her with all admiration and desires, he felt so happy, he felt good with the way her pussy, her wetness and her clit throbbed against his fingers. She took her eyes from his landing it on his lips while arching forward into him, still breathing heavy and letting out a soft moan at every rub on her clit. Suddenly, she grabbed his head, pulling him into a rough, desperate kiss while spreading her legs wide fo
Sophia’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as she moved closer to Dante. The moment she stood before him, his powerful hands seized her, gripping her waist with a possessive force that made her gasp. In an instant, he spun her around and pressed her firmly against the wall, his body caging hers completely.Before she could catch her breath, his lips crashed down on hers, rough and demanding, swallowing any sound she might have made. The kiss was raw, urgent, and consuming, leaving no space between them. His hands tightened around her hips, pulling her flush against him as his mouth moved hungrily against hers, claiming her in a way that made her legs feel weak.She instantly threw her arms over his broad shoulders, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. In one swift, effortless motion, Dante lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping tightly around his torso like she belonged there. It was as if she weighed nothing in his strong hold, his grip on her firm and possessive.His
Sophia stepped into her apartment, locking the door behind her with trembling hands. The moment she was inside, she let out a shaky breath, her body sagging against the door.She just wanted to be alone.Away from the world.Away from the cruel eyes watching her every move.Away from the endless whispers and accusations that clung to her like shadows.Her chest rose and fell as she tried to steady herself, but the lump in her throat refused to go away.Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom.Lately, it had become her only place of relieve. The one place where she could let herself break without fear.She turned on the shower, watching as the water streamed down like a thin curtain.Steam rose, filling the small space with warmth, but it did nothing to soothe the coldness in her heart.Without hesitation, she stepped in, letting the water pour down her body.At first, the sensation was comforting—the heat wrapping around her, offering her a false sense of security.But then, as the
Sophia was on her way to work, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly as she tried to focus on the road ahead. But no matter how hard she tried, her mind kept drifting back to everything she had fought so hard to bury. Maybe it was because Dante used to drop her off some mornings. She had gotten used to stepping outside and seeing him waiting for her, leaning casually against his car with that soft look in his eyes, as if she was the only thing that mattered. If she wasn’t with him, he would still be there sometimes, parked outside her apartment, his gaze full of warmth and patience.He used to pick her up too, like it was the most natural thing in the world. No matter how busy he was, no matter how many important things demanded his attention, he always made time for her. It had become a part of her life, a quiet but steady comfort.But now, there was only silence.The seat beside her was empty. The space that once held his presence, his quiet strength, now felt cold and u
CHAPTER 97Five days had passed. Five long, agonizing days since he had last seen her, touched her, or heard her voice.Dante sat on the balcony of one of his many mansions, his body still but his mind in chaos. The cool night air brushed against his skin, but it did nothing to calm him. He held a glass of wine in one hand, slowly swirling the dark liquid, watching how the deep red color glistened under the soft glow of the moonlight.His thoughts were consumed by her—Sophia.He could still see her standing there, right where he was now. The memory of her was so vivid, it was as if she had just been there moments ago. He could almost hear the soft sound of her laughter, feel the warmth of her body against his when he had come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close.He closed his eyes, letting the memory wash over him.That night had been one of the rare moments when he had allowed himself to be vulnerable. They had stood here, gazing at the night sky, los
Sophia stepped into her apartment, her entire body feeling weak, as if all the strength had drained out of her. The moment the door shut behind her, a heavy silence filled the space, wrapping around her like an invisible weight. Her chest felt tight, her throat burned— before she could stop herself, a sob broke free.She staggered to the couch, her legs barely holding her up. As soon as she reached it, she collapsed onto the cushions, burying her face in her hands. The tears came in uncontrollable waves, her shoulders shaking violently as she cried.It wasn’t just fear. It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was everything.The betrayal. The heartbreak. The helplessness.Her mind replayed every terrifying moment—Luca’s cruel smirk, his hands yanking her hair, the cold barrel of his gun pressed against her skin. She could still hear his voice whispering threats in her ear, still feel the suffocating fear that had gripped her when she thought she wouldn’t make it out alive.And then there was Da
Dante drove straight to his mansion, his grip on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. His jaw was clenched, his mind clouded with rage and frustration. The moment he pulled into the driveway, he didn’t waste a second. He stormed out of the car, slamming the door behind him, and headed straight for the dungeon.As he descended the cold, dark staircase, his boots echoed menacingly against the stone floor. The scent of blood and sweat filled the air, thick and suffocating. He got the dungeon and he saw that Martin had already carried out his orders. The five men he had assigned to protect Sophia were tied together against a metal pole, their heads hanging low, their bodies bruised and bloodied from the initial beating.But it wasn’t enough.Dante’s eyes darkened as he rolled up his sleeves, his muscles flexing with barely restrained fury. Without hesitation, he strode toward them, his breath heavy, his entire being vibrating with anger.“You useless pieces of shit,
Sophia felt a small wave of relief rush through her as she saw Dante standing there, powerful and untouchable. She felt like she could breathe again.Luca could no longer hurt her.Dante wouldn’t let him.But even with that relief, a sharp pain still stabbed at her chest. Her mind was clouded with the cruel words she had overheard earlier—the words Dante had spoken.“Do whatever you want to do. I don’t care about her.”That sentence echoed in her head like a curse.Was that how he really felt?Had everything between them been a lie?She recalled how he used to say she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, how he undressed her with such tenderness, whispering sweet words against her skin. Every touch, every promise—were they all lies?Her heart ached with confusion, with betrayal.But there was no time to dwell on it now.Dante took slow, calculated steps toward her, his presence dominating the room. Before reaching her, he turned his head and gave Luca one final look.That lo
“Oh, you’re threatening me?” Luca let out a dark, amused laugh. His eyes gleamed with twisted excitement as he pushed himself up from his chair. He began pacing back and forth like a caged predator, his voice rising with each word.“So you think you can scare me?” he sneered. “Your threats are empty, Dante. Completely useless. You’ll never find me. You’ll never see your woman again. And you already know you don’t want to mess with me.” His lips curled into a wicked grin as he taunted Dante. “Little thing,” he added mockingly, shaking his head as if Dante was nothing but a joke to him.Dante, however, remained eerily calm. His grip on the phone tightened slightly, but his voice stayed steady, cold, and lethal.“They’re not threats, Luca,” he said, his tone dangerously low. “It’s an order.”Luca stopped pacing, his smirk faltering for just a second.“Try me,” Dante continued, his voice dripping with authority. “Lay another finger on her, and you will see exactly what happens.”There was
Luca’s voice dripped with mockery as he spoke. “I have your princess, no! sister-in-law right here with me.” He let out a low chuckle. “She really is beautiful. No wonder you’ve been hiding her from us. No wonder you refuse to do what must be done.”He paused, savoring the moment before continuing, his tone laced with venom. “The great Dante Gilmatro, the man who waited years—decades—to bring down Miguel De Luca, is now hesitating. You spent your whole life plotting revenge against the man who murdered our father, and yet, now that he’s right under your nose, you do nothing. Because of a woman, you’ve abandoned everything.”Luca sneered, watching Sophia’s reaction from the corner of his eye. “Tell me, brother, do you think she’ll still love you when she finds out the truth? That the man she adores, the man she trusts, is plotting to eliminate her father.He let his words hang in the air before delivering the final blow. “And we both know the truth, don’t we? If you really wanted Migue
Sophia’s mind felt like it was trapped in a thick, suffocating fog. A dull pounding echoed inside her skull, each throb reminding her that something was terribly wrong. Her limbs felt heavy, her body sluggish as if she had been pulled from the depths of unconsciousness too soon. She tried to move, but her muscles screamed in protest.The air around her smelled damp, mixed with something metallic—blood, perhaps? The coldness of the surface beneath her seeped into her skin, making her shiver. As her senses slowly returned, so did the memories. The road. The car. The sudden opening of the door. The rag pressed against her nose. And then—darkness.Her eyelids fluttered weakly before they finally opened.The first thing she saw were piercing eyes watching her.A man sat in front of her, his gaze fixed on her like a predator who had been patiently waiting for his prey to wake. His face was unfamiliar—sharp features, a menacing smirk curving his lips. The dim, flickering light above barely i