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Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ Alessandro blinked against the early morning light, his eyes burning from lack of sleep, but no one asked why. His father shoved a gun into his hand with the same indifference he had when handing out orders to his men. “Time to earn your keep, son,” Vito muttered. Alessandro didn’t show any emotions. At twelve, he’d seen worse than most men. He didn’t cry, didn’t shake. The man tied to the pole barely looked human anymore—gagged, eyes swollen shut, tears mixing with the blood that streaked down his face. His entire body was covered in bruises and burns, broken in ways Alessandro couldn’t even begin to imagine. But all Alessandro cared about was the stillness he could give him. Any other kid would’ve run screaming, but Alessandro? He just stood there, gun heavy in his hand, his mind working out the logistics. He could almost hear the gears turning in his head, calculating the angle, the velocity. The kid was a machine, every number falling into place like pi
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ I’ve always been used to handling things on my own. It’s what I do. I thought we were past that, I thought I had already established that. But for the first time, the isolation, the silence—it hit harder than I expected. And it wasn’t the damn island. It wasn’t the lack of tech, the absence of my laptop, my phone, the things that normally kept me grounded. No, it was something else. Something more infuriating. She wouldn’t talk to me. It shouldn’t fucking matter. I shouldn’t care. But somehow, it gnawed at me like an itch I couldn’t scratch. She’s just a woman, I told myself. Just another face, another employee. Nothing special. She was supposed to know her place. Hell, she should be begging to, after all this time. I clenched my jaw, glancing down at the scars on my chest, the ones hidden under layers of ink. My eyes narrowed at the jagged skin. I hated them—every goddamn mark, every reminder of what had been carved into my skin, what couldn’t be erased. No
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what to feel. I was torn, completely wrecked between what I was feeling now and what I had felt before when he had pushed me away. Alessandro had managed to get me everything I needed, everything I didn’t even think to ask for. Somehow, in the space of a few hours, he pulled off what I never expected. I glanced at the supplies laid out next to me. Tampons, pads—more than I could use in a month. Painkillers that actually worked, finally easing the brutal cramping that had me doubled over earlier. And the heat pad, now wrapped snug around my lower stomach, was slowly untangling the knots of pain. He’d done it all, quietly and without making a fuss, while I lay here on the couch, curled up in misery. My mind fought against the appreciation clawing its way up my throat. He wasn’t supposed to care. I wasn’t supposed to care that he cared. And yet, all I could think about was the fact that here I was, covered in blanke
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ He didn’t touch me immediately, just let his warmth hover there, like he was giving me time to adjust. Then, slowly, he pressed his palm against my skin, fingers spreading across the ache in my muscles. “You always so tense?” he muttered, his voice like gravel and silk all at once. I swallowed hard, biting back the sigh that threatened to escape. “Only when I’m around you.” His chuckle was low, vibrating through my back. "Good," he said, the word dripping with heat, his hands moving lower, kneading the sore muscles. “Means I’m doing something right.” His touch was slow, soft enough to make me come apart. He didn’t rush, just let the warmth of his hands sink into my skin as his fingers pressed into the knots in my back. I couldn’t help it—the quiet sigh that slipped from my lips. His thumb brushed over the curve of my spine, right at the base, and my breath hitched. “Relax,” he murmured, his hands gliding lower, kneading into the small of my back. His fingers t
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ A kiss shouldn’t make the world spin off its axis. My heart had no business pounding like I’d sprinted miles, and I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to be struggling to catch my breath, like the simple act had wiped out all logic. And yet, there I was—grinning like an absolute fool. It was absurd. I’d always told myself kissing was just that—a physical act, nothing special. But the way my toes curled, the hum in my veins, the way every nerve lit up like it had been waiting for this exact moment—yeah, that wasn’t supposed to happen. I should’ve been calm, rational, detached even. But there was no pulling back from it, no level-headedness to find. It wasn’t fireworks or floating on clouds—it was him. He had this way of grounding me and unshackling me at the same time, like I could lose myself while still feeling more present than ever. Kissing him felt like slipping into a story I didn’t know the ending to, but I was dying to find out. So, I sifted through Evange
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ The fire crackled a few feet away, its warmth reaching across the sand, flickering shadows dancing over the sheets we’d spread out, casting a soft glow on her skin. I sat close, the blanket wrapped tight around both of us. She was wearing Evangeline's black satin silk shorts and a matching tank top, soft and thin, leaving little to the imagination. Each time the wind caught us, it made her shiver, her skin prickling with goosebumps. I felt it, all of it—her warmth, the way she leaned into me for heat, her back pressing against my chest, sinking deeper as if she couldn’t get close enough. I uncorked the bottle of wine, the glass neck between my fingers. No need for glasses—we weren't trying to be refined out here. I tipped the bottle back and took a long pull, feeling the burn trace down my throat before passing it to her. She took it, eyes gleaming in the firelight as she drank. And it wasn’t a careful sip either—no, Viviane wasn’t interested in restraint to
Warning: 18+ Content Ahead. This chapter is nothing but pure, unfiltered smut. Proceed only if you're ready for the heat. Enjoy! Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I’d never felt this kind of raw, burning need to please a man—until now. As I glanced down at him, lying there so sure of himself, that cocky smirk etched on his face, something in me stirred. I wanted to strip that arrogance away, watch it dissolve under my touch until he was nothing but a gasping, trembling mess beneath me. Men think they're in control—until they aren’t. Doesn’t matter how strong, how dominant, how smug they come off. The moment you know exactly what buttons to push, what spots to tease, they crumble. Every damn one of them. They melt into your hands, begging, without even realizing how quickly the tables have turned. I could already see it—the shift in his eyes, that edge of desperation sneaking in. He had no idea what was coming, and frankly, neither did I, but I knew I wanted it—bad. All men are predictable when
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ Viviane was fifteen when everything started to shift. Brandon had been gone for a year already, off to college, and Stella was almost done with college, moving into her own new place with her boyfriend. Meanwhile, Viviane was trapped at home, in a house that felt more like a ghost town than a place to live. Her parents barely noticed her anymore, too caught up in their own world of routines, expectations, and the quiet disappointment that had started to hang in the air like smoke. She needed something—anything—to remind her she was still there, still alive. The attention she craved wasn’t some mild want, it was a full-blown hunger gnawing at her. She needed someone to see her, to make her feel like she wasn’t invisible, like she mattered. That’s when he showed up. Chase—her first boyfriend. The boy that felt like chaos wrapped in human form, the one who walked into her life and made everything else around him seem dull in comparison. He wasn’t the guy you brought
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Viviane ☩═✦═☩ He had my attention, all of it. And yeah, I know how that sounds—stupid as hell. But there it was, pulling at me, sneaking up every time I tried to put my focus anywhere else. I told myself it was nothing. Just a phase. A momentary lapse of judgment because we were alone with nothing better to do. He’s not special, I kept repeating. But now that I am here, he still has all of my attention, that pissed me off more than anything. I clenched my jaw, forced myself to focus on anything—emails, documents, hell, even staring at the coffee stain on my desk would’ve been better. But every damn time I tried to get back on track, my brain betrayed me. A flicker of movement from him, a low hum in his voice when he was on a call, and I was right back where I started. "Viviane," his voice slid over me, smooth as sin, "What did you have on your desk today?" I forced myself to glance back at him after trying so hard not to, "The security breaches," I said, as if he didn’t a
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ When I walked into the office today, something was different. I felt it before I even crossed the threshold. It was surreal—me, actually smiling. And not the kind of smile that came from hacking, landing a deal or putting someone in their place. No, this was something else. Dom was the first to spot me. He froze, mouth half-open, and then, like a domino effect, everyone in the room followed his gaze. I watched as they all rose from their seats, shock and relief written across their faces. They looked at me like I had died, as if I’d been buried six feet under instead of just off the grid for a bit. Then came Calla and Ha-yoon, practically tripping over themselves in their rush to get to me. Calla moved like she was on a mission, she didn't even let Ha-yoon get close; instead, she practically threw herself into my arms, clutching onto me like I’d vanished forever. She smelled like vanilla and some kind of floral perfume, something I recognized from the countles
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ The elevator doors slid open, and the second we stepped into Scott's penthouse, I barely had time to blink before Magnus shot across the room, launching himself at me. “Hey, bud,” I murmured, burying my face in his fur as he head-butted me, purring loud enough to drown out Allegra’s laughter. “Did you miss me, little troublemaker.” Allegra, who was waddling in right behind him, laughed softly, holding her belly with one hand. "Oh, believe me, he did. I’ve tried to keep him happy, but I think he’s been counting down the days till his ‘dad’ came home.” Scott gave me a dry look, walking over to Allegra, he pulled her into his arms, one hand cradling her belly like she was made of glass, "He could’ve fooled me. Little menace acted like I was a complete intruder in my own place," he muttered, half to himself, half to Allegra, who simply laughed at him, "And for the record, the little beast was living like a king here." I nodded, "Thanks, Allegra. Really, I owe yo
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ No one had ever killed for me—never for my honor, my safety, or anything at all. The blood was still fresh, still seeping through the cracks in the boat’s wooden floor. Sal’s body was nowhere to be seen, and here I was, wrapped in this strange sense of safety. I glanced around the boat. Nearly a dozen men, all of them tattooed and scarred, men with knuckles rough enough to scrape bone and eyes that didn’t blink twice at the sight of blood. I was strong, I have worked my ass off to be this strong, tougher than people usually guessed but against a group of men like this? Against the strength in their fists, I’d be crushed in seconds. But Alessandro alone made me feel safe around them, a barrier they wouldn’t dare breach. I felt safer with Alessandro than I ever had with anyone, safer than I probably had any right to feel in a place like this. He made me feel... soft, in the best, most terrifying way. With him, I didn’t have to be the strong one. With him there,
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ Two days… Nikolai said he’d send a boat for us in two days. After that, everything became a haze. Time didn’t exist here, not in the way it did out there. Hours, days—it all blurred together, the lines between night and day erased by the way we drowned in each other. The sun had dipped lower, casting an orange glow over the beach as we swam in the ocean. The water was warm against our skin, the sound of our laughter echoing around us but then he stopped, eyes darkening as he pulled me close. His lips found mine, like he had no intention of rushing. Like we had forever. His hands traced lazy patterns on my back as we floated together, I wrapped my legs around him, and for a moment, we were weightless, suspended in the water and in each other. The setting sun became the perfect backdrop to our kiss in the ocean, the fading light wrapping around us like it was made for this moment. Alessandro wasn’t one to keep things gentle for long. We were barely out of the wate
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ If this is heaven, then screw everything else. I could throw my entire life away for this. This is the only thing that makes sense right now, and if I get to feel like this for the rest of my life, sign me the fuck up. His head was buried between my thighs, and the morning light spilling through the window made my bare skin glow. My nipples were stiff, the air teasing them, and all I could hear—aside from the waves crashing outside—was the sound of Alessandro’s mouth on me. My fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, harder. His tongue moved in ways that had my head spinning, and every inch of my body felt like it was on fire. I let out a low moan, my back arching off the bed as I gripped the headboard like it was the only thing tethering me to reality. He was everywhere—teeth scraping along the inside of my thigh, tongue pressing against me like he was a man on death row savoring his last meal. His stubble burned deliciously against my skin. The way
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ The day Viviane turned sixteen, her life split in two. According to her, that was the day everything changed—for the better. She sat on her bed, legs crossed, laptop propped up in front of her, while her family sang from miles away. Stella, John, and their daughter Felicity were huddled on one side of the video chat, Brandon on the other. The cupcake with a single candle flickered beside her. She wasn’t with them. She was here, in this empty house that barely acknowledged her existence. She blew out the candle, holding back the sting in her eyes. When she playfully pretended to feed them the cupcake through the screen, Stella opened her mouth wide in a theatrical "ahhh," and Brandon joined in with an exaggerated laugh. They were trying, but it wasn’t the same. It never was. Her siblings had sent gifts ahead of time, and after the song, they asked her to open them. Brandon’s was first. She didn’t bother with caution; she tore into the box like she was opening the
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ High School Graduation... Alessandro Costello was the guy every guy wanted to be. Good-looking in that unfair way—sharp jawline, blue eyes that seemed to pull you in, and a smile that made people weak at the knees. He wasn’t just popular, he owned the school. Captain of the football team, straight A's without even trying, and with a last name that carried power far beyond the hallways. The kind of name that made teachers look twice, that had parents whispering when he passed by. He drove cars that turned heads—sleek, fast, and expensive—cars that left everyone else staring in his rearview mirror. Girls flocked to him like he was the sun, orbiting his every move, waiting for just a glance or a smirk thrown their way. He didn’t have to chase anyone; they came to him. Alessandro didn’t need to try—he was it, the one everyone wanted to be close to, even if it was just to get a glimpse of what life looked like on his level. But that was just what people sa