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𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°Antonio stepped out of the bathroom, towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, droplets still racing down the ridges of his abdomen.Steam followed behind like a veil, his hair wet and pushed back, jaw clenched as though the shower had done nothing to cool him.Nevena sat by the dresser — skincare routine.Wrapped in her own bathrobe, cheeks flushed from the shower…and from everything that hadn’t been said since the interruption earlier.The moment their eyes met, the air shifted.His gaze dragged over her reflection in the mirror slowly — like he was seeing her for the first time, and it made her stomach drop.Naively, her own gaze faltered, she had never seen him shirtless before — broad chest and packed abs.Somehow she flicked down without meaning to.His meaty c*ck dipped conspicuously between his thighs. Heat rushed up her neck instantly. Despite not being fully erect, it was quite lengthy.Her imagination spirals on what the length would be whe
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°Nevena’s eyes flickered to him.What she saw there was dark and dangerous.She swallowed thickly, unable to tell if it was a joke— until his voice came again.This time, his control snapped completely, like a weak wire.“I said get in.” His fingers nudged her arm, just slightly.Fear made Nevena stumble. With weakened knees, she slipped into the back seat.Antonio leaned into the car and reached toward her. She flinched immediately—hands flying up to cover her face, as if protecting herself from a hit.He hated himself instantly.But it was too late to regret.He fastened her seatbelt and slammed the door shut, hard enough to rattle the frame.Circling fast to the driver’s side, he shoved the key in. The engine growled to life, rain pounding like war drums on the roof.Junior, already wrapped up in his seatbelt, shook water from his curls in playful flicks.“Buddy, look,” he whispered, giggling. “We’re soaked! Bestie’s hair is the worst.”Antonio didn’t
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°“Hey champ, I was just kidding,” Antonio chuckled, trying desperately to keep his usual dominance.But the word sounded more like a flimsy excuse than an actual reassurance to Junior.“If you’re really kidding,” the little boy countered urgently, “then where did you agree to take us?”Antonio almost collapsed from embarrassment, because he had no idea.Instinctively he blinked at Nevena, but she only widened her eyes innocently, as if saying you dug this hole yourself.“Buddy?” Junior drawled, planting his hands on his hips.“Of course,” He attempted again, clearing his throat and straightening his shirt like it would fix his pride. “We’re all going out together.”Junior stared down at him. “Yes, I know— but where exactly?”Nevena hid a smile behind her fingers, watching Antonio's composure crack one layer further.“Don’t you think we’re going to be late?” he muttered, looking absolutely tortured. “Buddy, I’m so disappointed,” Junior sighed dramaticall
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬 “Do me a favor and use the door,” Antonio muttered, resuming what he was doing.Grinch raised both hands in mock surrender but didn’t leave.“Always remember the rule: don’t love what you can’t protect.”Antonio took a long pause, staring at nothing. “You are such an annoying jerk.”Grinch gave a short, humorless laugh. “Yeah? Jerky enough to be her executioner?”Antonio’s eyes flickered—dark, conflicted, dangerous. He inhaled sharply for a full, dangerous second.Then he leaned closer— menacing enough that Grinch felt the rage on his skin.Antonio’s fingers curled into Grinch’s collar and squeezed.“Grinch,” he murmured, voice rough and strained, “don’t make me do something I shouldn’t.”For a moment, neither of them moved.Then Grinch swallowed hard and gently pried Antonio’s hand off his collar.“Forfeit whatever you’re doing with her,” he warned, barely keeping his voice level “You can also be called up to be her executioner. The Don knows no relation
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° The door slammed shut behind them from the force of his pull.She gasped against him, shocked, her hands bracing his chest.But it only made him deepen the kiss fiercely, rawer — a confession made without words.When he was content, he tore his lips away, breathing hard with restraint.“I tried,” he rasped, voice shredded, fingers trembling against her cheek.She lifted her eyes to him, unable to form a single word.“Shit,” he breathed, voice cracking under the weight.“What did I just do?”He shook his head, breath fast, trying to rebuild his cold, untouchable façade back up.“I—I shouldn’t have done that.” He dragged a hand down his face, pacing once in the narrow entryway.His next mistake was stepping toward the door — because she grabbed his wrist.Antonio froze completely.“Don’t go,” she whispered, adamant.He turned halfway, eyes meeting hers. “Nevena…” he warned softly, almost begging her not to make this harder.But she stepped closer.Her fr
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Nevena blinked slowly, unable to scrape up an excuse. Antonio took sagely steps toward her, his eyes pinned to the camera. “Let me take a look,” he muttered. She instinctively pulled it behind her back — the only defense she could manage. But he curved his arm around her and snatched the camera with effortless precision. He didn’t say a word, just lifting the gadget to examine — but then his phone buzzed. Without wasting a beat, he picked up the call. When he was done, he returned the camera to her without so much as a glance. They had their meal, and by evening, they were heading back. Junior drifted off the second the sea breeze touched him. By the time they reached the city, he was already snoring, completely gone. Antonio parked the boat and carried him to the car with practiced ease. Once inside the quiet bubble of his vehicle, he turned to Nevena. “Let me have your phone.” She handed it to him without a single protest. And after a fe







