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“I’m not pregnant,” she snapped, yanking her hands in a failed attempt to free herself. “Let me go, Massimo. You’re hurting me!”His grip on her wrists tightened even more before he leaned closer, his breath brushed against her skin. “You started something tonight,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Now finish it.”Her eyes darted away, refusing to meet his burning gaze. But Massimo wasn’t the kind of man to say no. He grabbed her chin with one hand, and tilted her face toward him, forcing her to look at him.The intensity in his green eyes made her stomach flip, her heart pounded wildly against her chest. “Let. Me. Go,” she hissed, her voice, even sharper now, she was the only one who could do this, defy him. Massimo stared at her for a moment longer, his jaw flexed, before his grip softened. Finally, he released her, stepping back.Without hesitation, her legs moved quickly towards the bedroom. She rushed in, the door slammed behind her, and she leaned against it, clutching
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Nia cried out, the sensation overwhelming, her body arched instinctively against his. The water wasn’t just warm—it was relentless, gushing against her most sensitive spot with a force that made her toes curl. “Massimo!” she gasped, her nails dug into his forearm as he held her steady. His grip was firm, stubborn, and she could feel the way his muscles flexed beneath her fingers. He wasn’t going to let her go, wasn’t going to let her escape the pleasure-pain of it. And she didn’t want to. God, she didn’t want to. His other hand cupped her breast, squeezing with a desperate need, exactly like her own need. She felt the press of his cock against her lower back, hot and heavy even through the steam. His body held her firmly against him, despite the way she writhed in his arms, desperate for relief, for more, for everything. “Ah—ahmm, Massimo—” Her head fell back against his shoulder as his lips found her neck, teeth grazed her skin in a way that made her whimper. The water
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“Don’t…I might regret it.”Massimo’s words echoed in her head, like an ominous warning. Nia's eyes darted beneath her closed lids as her body twisted restlessly on the bed. Her dreams were relentless, drawing at her subconscious with an intensity that mirrored the storm in her heart.“Why?” Her own voice rang through the nightmare, the question she had failed to ask him last night.The dream warped, colors smeared together into a chaotic haze. Massimo’s face appeared, it contorted into a menacing one. His once captivating features twisted into something dark and monstrous. Blood splattered his chiseled jawline as he growled at her, his voice thunderous and filled with rage.“You! You liar ! You planned to betray me? To destroy me?” His words hit her like a blow, he approached her angrily, each step carried the weight of his anger. “No,” she whispered, stumbling backward in the dream.“You’re the Romano’s daughter! Cagna!” He spat in Italian, , the word cut through her like a sharp w
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The entire drive was silent between them. Nia clutched her seatbelt tighter, as though it were the only thing keeping her steady amidst the conflict brewing within her. Her heart felt like it shattered into a thousand pieces, his cold words echoed over and over in her head.She thought she knew him, that she already understood the kind of man he was. That she could decipher every words that fell from lips, she could tell how he felt about her just because he showed some emotions.She soon realized that he was unpredictable, he owned his right to feel a certain way and change it. He was in control of his emotions, he could keep the feelings he wanted and throw away the ones he didn’t deem fit for his ego. And she— she was the hopeless romantic—the fool who had thought a mafia could confess love, it was just as hard as admitting to murder.He kept stealing sharp glances at her, his jaw set, his grip tightened on the steering wheel. She did her best to avoid his gaze, staring out of th
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“Fiancée?”The word echoed in Nia’s head over and over, like a cruel, broken record.She blinked, certain she had misheard Caterina. Or maybe Caterina was wrong. Maybe this was all some misunderstanding—something she could brush off, something that wouldn’t sink like a blade into her chest.But then Caterina smiled. A knowing, pleased smile.“Oh…” Nia’s voice betrayed her, disappointment slipping through despite her best efforts to sound indifferent. “I didn’t know—it’s nice to meet you,” she added quickly, forcing her lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile as she looked at Massimo.Because genuinely, she didn’t know.Under the table, her fingers clenched around his hand, but she felt the shift—the way his grip loosened just slightly.Caterina’s gaze flickered downward, her painted nails drumming idly against her wine glass.“You must be very dedicated to your job,” she mused, studying Nia with an almost playful lookLuca chuckled, exchanging a glance with Marco, both of them
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The car soon came to a halt back in front of Massimo’s pent house. Caterina’s words echoed relentlessly in her ears. “Men like Massimo, they don’t belong to women like you.” She hated to admit it, but Caterina was right. She had thought she could match his energy, she could give him whatever he wanted and he would love her. But she had yet to battle with his power of control, how he could easily play any emotion off and she couldn’t do a damn thing. How he could make her unsure if he loved her, but remind her that he owned her. He was a Master of heart games—a dangerous man—what he truly is, A mafia boss. She hasn’t said a word to him throughout their drive. The atmosphere was thick with tension, it filled the small space between them, at a point Nia had whined the glass down so she wouldn’t suffocate from being in the same space with him. It was taking everything in her not to lash out, but that everything was slowly tearing her apart inside, clawing at her chest, eating aw
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“Nothing? “She scoffed, before her gaze fell disappointedly. “ that’s what I thought” She tried to push him away and just be as far away from him as possible , but he resisted effortlessly, his manly strength over powered her.Before she could react further, Massimo lifted her over his shoulder in a single swift motion."What the—-" Nia gasped sharply, “ Massimo, put me down!” She yelled, her fists pounded against his back as she kicked her feet wildly. "Let me go!"Her breath came in short, furious bursts, but he didn’t seem fazed. His grip on her was hard, strong and absolute, as if carrying her weight was effortless. His movements were controlled, each step just carried the weight of his dominance. ,His steps were slow and intentional —like he had all the time in the world to deal with her tantrum."Put me down, you arrogant bastard!" she spat, her nails dug into his back through the fabric of his shirt. She didn’t care if she left marks. She didn’t care about anything except f
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Massimo loomed over her, his dark eyes satisfied by her reaction. She wanted to scream, to fight, but the way he looked at her—like she was already his—made her body betray her. Her chest heaved, her nipples already stiffened under his gaze, and she hated how quickly her body responded to him. The red silk sheets beneath her felt soft l against her flushed skin, a big contrast to the heat pooling between her legs.Massimo’s hands moved with ease, his fingers trailed down her body. He didn’t rush, savoring every shiver, every involuntary twitch of her muscles. When he reached her wrists, he bounded them to the bedposts with leather cuffs, the material soft but hard. Her struggles were nothing, and she knew it, but she fought anyway. She had to fight, she shook her head vigorously, trying to get his attention, but the spreader pulled her legs apart even more. “The more you fight it, the more it expands” he murmured, his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine. “And the more your
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Her vision blurred, her body felt weightless, free. Distantly, she heard the sharp crack of another gunshot, the bullet lodge in her chest again. “No!!!” Massimo shouted, in anger he brought out his gun and started shooting towards where the shot came from randomly, impulsively, in pain. His front door busted open and his men rushed in, they froze instinctively at the sight in front of them. His gaze darted back to her, with shaky hands pressing against her wound, warm blood pooled between his fingers as he tried to hold her together. “Bambina,” Massimo rasped, his voice breaking. “Stay with me.” Her lips parted, but no sound came. Instead blood spluttered from her mouth, her chest heaved slowly, her pulse was getting weaker and weaker. So this was how their story ends? She had thought they’d be more of Bonnie and Clyde, but the Romeo and Juliet ending wasn’t something she quite expected. “Stay with me, bambina,” he pleaded, his gaze held hers, pressing his forehead to
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Massimo’s voice was raw, His knees hit the floor with a dull thud, and for the first time, he looked… breakable. The predator, the monster, the man who ruled with an iron grip—he was kneeling before her like a sinner at the altar. “I owe you, bambina,” he rasped, his breath uneven. “I owe you for the life I stole, for the hatred you carry.” Nia’s hands trembled at her sides, she had never seen this side of him, wait why? Why all of a sudden, what did he owe? Was he actually feeling guilty for killing isabel’s parents. Her heart pounded like violent storm against her chest. This was the closest thing to remorse she had ever seen in his cold, ruthless eyes. But it confused her , one minute he wanted to blow her head off for her supposed betrayal, and now…. Her chest heaved as she took in his vulnerable state, tears hung at the corner of her eyes as she slowly knelt in front of him. She wanted to comfort him, but right now she had to be Isabel, Not Nia. “You didn’t just steal my
