Walking back to her car was all Sophia needed to snap back to her senses.She stood at the front of the driver’s door, obstructing Dante’s way, yet her heart thrummed with the desire for him. “You can't go in.” Sophia countered, standing in Dante’s way. A gentle smile tugged at the corner of Dante’s lips and he leaned closer to Sophia, raising a finger to her cheeks. “Stop.” she countered, holding his hands in the air. For some seconds and more, the air stilled and Dante felt the sensual surge of ripples across his spine. He glanced at the spot where she held his hand and Sophia loosened her grip on his hand immediately. Dante glanced back at her face. “Why are you running?” His voice was low, almost tender and Sophia almost melted into it.“I am not running.” She denied looking away from him and trying to strengthen her quivering resolve. “You can not run away from me, Princess. You are mine… all mine.” He whispered the last part against her ear and Sophia felt her nipples hard
Dante stood at the corner of his dimly lit office, leaning against the massive oak desk that had belonged to his late father. The air smelled faintly of cigar smoke and leather, the hallmarks of power and control. His bodyguard, Marco, stood at attention in front of him, a silent giant awaiting orders.Dante’s sharp eyes bore into Marco, his tone cold and clipped. “The shipment leaves the warehouse at midnight. You’ll escort it to the docks and oversee the handoff. No mistakes.”Marco nodded, his face impassive. “Understood, boss.”“This isn’t a standard shipment,” Dante continued, stepping closer. “We’re moving twenty two million euros’ worth of untraceable arms. It’s already stirred up interest. If anyone—police, rivals, anyone—tries to interfere, you know what to do. No witnesses. Clear?”“Crystal clear.”Dante studied him for a moment longer, his jaw tight. Satisfied, he dismissed Marco with a flick of his hand. The bodyguard left without another word, his heavy footsteps echoing
Sophia sat at her desk, her pristine white doctor’s coat draped elegantly over her shoulders. The coat’s crisp fabric contrasted with the warm light filtering through the office’s tall windows. Her slender fingers moved deftly across the files before her, flipping through pages of patient reports and neatly organizing the documents into stacks.Her dark hair was tied back into a neat bun, though a few strands had escaped, framing her face as she worked with quiet determination. The soft hum of the hospital outside her office doors was a faint backdrop to her focused silence.Occasionally, Sophia paused, her sharp eyes scanning a particularly troubling chart her brow furrowing as she considered her next steps. She reached for a pen, her movements deliberate, and made quick, precise notes in the margins of the file.Despite the pile of work on her desk, Sophia exuded an air of calm authority. The coat was not just a uniform; it was a symbol of her dedication and the countless lives she
Sophia exhaled, dropping the phone after the call had ended. She cleared her table, pulled her coat, hung it against her chair, and exited her office after getting a hold of her bag.“Doctor Sophia.” The administrative assistant, a tall slender lady in a white skirt tugged into a black pant, stood up immediately. “Are you heading out?”“Yes,” Sophia replied wearing a bright smile. “I have something to attend to at exactly this minute…” Her words trailed with a ground that gave room for further conversation as she glared at her wrist to watch and then back at her administrative assistant. “Is there a problem?” Concerned, her assistant inquired. “No,” Sophia replied almost immediately and flashed her assistant another smile, swallowing the guilt that squashed down her throat. “Cancel whatever appointment I have for today and reschedule tomorrow.” It was a curt order and Sophia didn't wait for her assistant reply before she stormed off, too guilty to wait for whatever reply was goin
Sophia’s throat bulged, his words filling her with something…she snapped at the thoughts reminding herself that she was only here to take the bandage off and not flirt with him, even though her escape from denial was ill. She concluded that Dante was her patient and not her man. “My work here is done.” She replied hurriedly, turning to take her leave but Dante gripped her wrist before she could make it past an inch. Sophia stiffened. Her heart thrummed in rhythm to the pace of her jumping pulse. His touch burned through her skin like scorching fire, filling her inside with warmth. Sophia pulled her hands from his grasp, not facing him. Dante stared at her behind, his eyes moving against her hair which he already envisioned wrapping beautifully against his fist while he pounded her from behind. This lust was… urgh!!! “What do you want?” Sophia asked, struggling to keep her voice within the pitch that hid the desire she desired gravely. Dante moved further, closing the inch betwee
The second the door closed behind her, Dante let out a sharp breath and moved back to the bed. A curse escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. The tension in his body was unbearable—waiting until Saturday felt impossible. He needed release, to strip himself of the sinful urge to have her. Ordinarily, he would have called someone to take care of his need, but this time was different. His mind—and his body—craved only Sophia. No one else could ease the ache she’d left behind.Unable to endure the torment any longer, Dante decided to free himself from the unbearable tension. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he allowed his thoughts to drift to her—Sophia. Her voice, her touch, her very presence had left a mark on him that nothing else could erase.His hand moved to ease the ache, starting with slow, deliberate strokes. The tension began to unravel, but it wasn’t enough—nothing would truly satisfy him except her.Sophia’s image consumed his thoughts. No matter how he tried to f
The tension in Dante’s chest was like a storm waiting to erupt. He had spent the past two nights restless, his mind consumed by thoughts of Sophia. He couldn’t shake the memory of her, the way her eyes flared when she resisted him, and the soft hitch of her breath when he got too close. Her essence had seeped into his soul, leaving him yearning for her in a way he’d never felt before.Sophia wasn’t just a woman; she was a challenge—a fire he was determined to tame. He wanted her in every sense of the word. Not just in his bed but bound to him in ways she couldn’t escape. Saturday. Just a few more days. On Saturday, he would show her what it meant to belong to him.She thought she could resist him? Foolish. He would shatter her resolve, break through every wall she tried to put between them. He would make her see the futility of fighting. And when she finally surrendered, she would know what it meant to be his. Bare to his gaze, vulnerable to his touch, and marked as his in every way t
Sophia stood at the mirror, staring back at the reflection it gave her. She adjusted her posture, tilting her chin slightly as though the new angle might make her feel more confident. The faint bags under her eyes, a testament to her sleepless nights, were barely hidden under the light layer of foundation she had hastily applied. Her fingers brushed over the neckline of her dress—a simple yet elegant black piece that clung to her in all the right places. She exhaled deeply.Since leaving Dante’s house, she’d thrown herself into work, hoping to exhaust every ounce of energy so Saturday would feel like an impossibility. She had thrown herself into long shifts at the hospital, thinking if she stayed busy enough, Saturday would never come. But time, like an unruly thief, stole the days and brought the night quicker than she could have prepared for. She let out a soft laugh at the irony of her own thoughts, shaking her head at the woman in the mirror. “Why are you like this?” she whispered
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
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