A slow, wicked smirk curled at the edges of Dante’s lips as he sank to his knees with effortless grace. The sight of him kneeling before her sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through Sophia’s body. Fuck! Her mind screamed. He’s about to devour me again.Her breath hitched as she watched him, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. There was something about the way he lowered himself to the ground, his movements slow, deliberate—like a predator taking his time before feasting on his prey.His dark, seductive eyes roamed over her body, drinking her in like she was the only thing that existed in his world. His strong hands slid up the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs apart with ease, his fingers pressing into her soft skin with just enough pressure to make her shiver.His gaze darkened as it dropped between her legs, hunger flashing in his eyes. He licked his lips, his jaw clenching as he took in the sight of her—glistening, dripping, pussy completely exposed for him.“Da
He climbed into the bed, his huge, throbbing cock standing proudly, ready to claim her. She lay beneath him with a mixed expression—excitement flickering in her eyes, but fear lingering just beneath the surface.Noticing her hesitation, he paused. His gaze softened as he reached out, gently caressing her cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.She sucked in a shaky breath, her hazy eyes locking onto his, filled with uncertainty. Her fingers nervously gripped the sheets as she struggled to put her feelings into words.“I… I…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m afraid… I might not be able to take you… or meet your expectations.”“You don’t have to worry about meeting my expectations, princess,” he murmured, his deep voice laced with reassurance. “You’ve already exceeded them.”His hand trailed down her cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her flushed skin. He gazed into her eyes, reading every flicker of uncertainty.“And as for taking me…” he
“Fuck!” he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he fought to control himself. He knew she needed a moment to recover, to bask in the bliss of her orgasm, but every fiber of his being ached to claim her again. His cock throbbed with need, still slick from her release, desperate to bury itself back inside her tight pussy. He watched her, chest rising and falling, eyes fluttering shut as she tried to catch her breath. She looked so beautiful like this—flushed, spent, and completely his. But he wasn’t done with her yet. Not even close.Biting down on his lip, he exhaled sharply, forcing himself to be patient. Just a few more moments. Then, he would have her again—spreading her legs wide, sliding deep inside her, and making her scream his name until she forgot everything except him.“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice deep and teasing. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. “Are you ready to take Daddy’s hard fuck?” he murmured, a wicked smirk playing on his lips a
Dante, had been awake for a while. He lay beside her, his head propped on one hand as he stared at her sleeping form with admiration. His dark eyes traced every inch of her face—the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair sprawled messily over the pillow, and the faint marks on her skin from where he had claimed her the night before.His mind replayed every sinful moment. The way she had moaned his name, the way her body had melted into his touch, and the way she had surrendered to him so completely. A deep satisfaction filled his chest. She was his now. Completely his. And the thought of having her like this, not just for one night but forever, sent a thrill through his veins.His stomach churned with excitement, his body already aching to reach for her again. He wanted to kiss her awake, to pull her beneath him and lose himself in her once more. But as he watched her peaceful expression, he decided against it. She looked so content, so utterly worn out from their passio
As she took her first bite, her eyes widened in surprise. The flavors exploded in her mouth—the crispy bacon was perfectly cooked, the eggs were soft and creamy, and the toast had just the right amount of butter melting into it. She chewed slowly, savoring the taste, before turning her gaze to Dante, her expression filled with curiosity.“Who taught you how to cook?” she asked, still in awe.Dante didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he simply smiled, a knowing, almost teasing smile, as he leaned back slightly and watched her eat. His deep, mesmerizing eyes never left her, following every movement of her lips as she took another bite, chewing hungrily. He didn’t need to say anything—he just wanted to watch her enjoy the meal he had prepared for her.He watched her in admiration, completely captivated by the sight before him. There was something so pure, so breathtakingly beautiful about her in this moment—sitting there in his oversized shirt, her hair still slightly messy from sleep, h
CHAPTER 53As if he could read her mind, Dante carefully set her down on the breakfast table, his hands firm yet gentle as he positioned her exactly where she had thought. The cool surface sent a slight shiver through her, but the warmth of his body pressing close quickly erased it.Without breaking eye contact, he slid his hands down to her thighs, gripping them as he slowly spread her legs apart, making room for himself between them. The dominance in his actions made her breath hitch, her pulse racing in anticipation.He pulled her closer, dragging her hips toward him until there was no space left between them. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension between them thick. A low growl rumbled from deep within his chest as he reached for her face, his fingers tracing her jawline with agonizing slowness. His thumb brushed over her parted lips, pressing lightly, making her shudder under his touch.Her lips quivered, her breath uneven as she stared up at him, lost in the in
Dante leaned in again, pressing his lips just above her pounding heartbeat, his hands gripping her waist as if he never wanted to let her go. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered against her skin before claiming her lips in another soul stealing kiss. Sophia shivered as the cool air kissed her exposed flesh, sending goosebumps across her skin. But the heat of Dante’s touch quickly replaced it, setting her body ablaze. His lips left hers, trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower—until he reached the soft swell of her boobs.A low, satisfied growl rumbled from his chest as he cupped her perfect boobs in his large hands, his thumbs teasing her nipples. The contrast of his warm palms against her flushed skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.Sophia let out a soft, needy moan, arching her back slightly, offering herself to him. Fuck, he knows exactly how to touch me.Dante smirked against her skin, as if hearing her thoughts. His mo
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
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