“You’re not the Rosetta I know,” Eros said, his voice low but sure, his eyes narrowed slightly as if he was trying to reveal her true self. Her heart seized in panic. Has he figured it out? Did I give something away? A thousand thoughts raced through her mind as she stared back at him, her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Before she could respond, he moved closer, his hand slid up her back to pull her against him. His lips brushed her ear, his breath warm and tempting. “I like it,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “This part of you, that craves me so badly, unlike before. I love it.” Nia’s body relaxed slightly, but her mind was still spinning. He doesn’t know. He just thinks…he thinks I’ve changed. Relief flooded her, but it was quickly overshadowed by guilt. She wasn’t Rosetta. She wasn’t the woman he thought he was falling for. Even though she was beginning to enjoy this newly found love the moon goddess has given to her, she couldn’t help but think she was
“I couldn’t care less how she would feel,” his tone was cold, empty of any tenderness she was used to.“We just need to get our hands on the fortune, she’s a tiny problem.” The words rammed into her chest like a physical blow. She staggered back a step, her hand flew to her mouth to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape.“No…No… noo” she whispered, as her heart shattered into a million pieces. This can’t be real. He doesn’t mean it, Eros wouldn’t say that about me. Her mind raced as the weight of Eros words crushed her completely. The man who had whispered promises to her, who had begged her to stay with him forever, was now plotting with his brother against her. History was repeating itself, her best friend Zora killed her, and now Eros was being two faced, what if things changed and he poisons her instead. Hiccups threatened to tear through her as she struggled to hold her tears, she clenched her heart painfully as air got trapped in her lungs.For a moment, she thought she
He crashed his lips on hers again, this time more needy, as his hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider. She could feel the bulge in his trousers pressing against the entrance of her pussy, and an enthusiastic shiver ran through her.“Are you wet for me, my darling Rose?” he murmured against her neck, his teeth grazed the delicate skin there. She nodded, unable to form words as his fingers slipped beneath the lace of her panties, finding her dripping cunt. “goddd..” he groaned, his thumb rubbed circles around her clit as her two fingers plunged deep inside her. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, pumping his fingers faster, deeper. “E-Eros….” Nia cried out, her head fell back as pleasure swept over her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, drawing faint red lines in his skin.“Please,” she begged, her voice cracked with need. “I need you.” He didn’t hesitate, his bulge grew harder. In one swift action, he ripped her panties off, and tossed them aside before fumbling with
Nia’s eyes widened, her mouth opened to form words, but nothing came out. she had no idea how to respond. The room felt like it was closing in on her as her thoughts raced.What was he doing? Did he just rat her out? Unbelievable! The Duke stood motionless for a moment; his expression was unreadable, before he scoffed softly. A dark smirk curved his lips as his cold gaze landed on her trembling state. “Not sure what she was looking for,” Eros continued casually, glancing at her briefly before turning back to the Duke. “But I’m lucky I found her when I did.” Her head spunned, her knees still wobbled because of what he had put her through earlier, but she felt like her legs might give out beneath her out of fear. What was he doing? She couldn’t take her eyes off him, her disbelief was expressed through every fiber of her being. How could he?“Thank you, brother,” the Duke said curtly, his voice was sharp yet laced with amusement. “You’ve been very helpful.”Eros nodded, his gaze bri
The sharp point of the pen pressed deeper into her skin, blood trickled down her neck. The Duke’s breath was warm against her ear, his voice was a low growl.“You’re insane, Rosetta. You’ve completely lost your mind.” Her lips curled into a bitter smile, her voice trembled with heartbreak and anger.“And it’s still more than the Moon Goddess ever gave me.”He finally shoved her away, his face twisted in disgust. She stumbled back, as she clutched her throat where the blood seeped onto her fingers.“You’re not worth the trouble,” he spat, “But don’t think I’ll let you off easy.”In a swift, brutal motion, he grabbed her arm and yanked her towards the door, she laughed bitterly, her sobs mixed with it like the sound of a sad melody. “Where are you taking me?” she demanded, her voice husky “That’s for me to know, and for you to shut up,” he hissed, dragging her along the cold corridors. Her bare feet scraped against the stone, and she nearly stumbled trying to keep up with his face.E
“Zora?” Nia breathed, the name stumbled involuntarily from her lips.The sound of Vivianne’s mocking voice pierced the heavy silence of the dungeon. “Having memory troubles, your Grace?” she teased, a sharp smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.Nia staggered backward, her vision cleared as she studied the woman before her. Her stomach tied in knots. It’s not her. it’s not Zora.The Moon Goddess’s terrible sense of humor dawned on her like a slap. The woman that stood there—was her, rival, the Duke’s mistress, Vivianne—and she looked hauntingly like Zora, her former best former best friend who had killed her.Nia’s voice cracked, cold rage blended into her tone. “What do you want? Came to gloat?”Vivianne tilted her head, the torchlight casted shadows across her sharp features. “Oh, I came to see if the rumors were true” she said lightly, though her tone was anything but kind. “I’m here to warn you also…or should I say…offer advice”“Save your breath. I’m not interested in anything
The cold, stale air of the dungeon was still as Eros snuck inside, his footsteps light but hurried. The fading moonlight shined on the scene before him, and his heart stopped.“Rosetta,” he called softly and knelt next to Nia’s limp form sprawled on the damp floor. Her face was pale, and dried blood stained her palms.Panic gripped him. His hands trembled as he shook her shoulders gently, then more firmly. “Rosetta. Rosetta, open your eyes!”When she didn’t respond, his mind raced, horror clawed at his chest. His eyes darted to the blood on her hand, then back to her lifeless form. Did she hurt herself? Did the Duke do this?“No, no, no,” he muttered, his voice breaking as he slid to the floor. He gathered her in his arms, her head resting on his thigh as he stroked her face.“What have I done?” He whispered, guilt crashed over him like a wave. “I failed you again…” His vision blurred with tears as the weight of his betrayal clamoured down on him.A small cough broke the silence, weak
His words were a promise, forged in the heat of his guilt and desire. And then he moved, his hands slid down to her grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head with one swift motion.He undressed quickly, without another word, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapped around his torso as he carried her into the bathroom. It was steamy, filled with the scent of lavender and something more earthy.He set her gently into the bathtub, the water already warm and inviting, he had prepared it for her, and knelt beside her on the cool tile floor. His hands reached for the bottle of body gel, he poured a generous amount into his palm before smoothing it over her legs. The gel bubbled softly on her skin, as his hands worked their way down, massaging every inch of her with a tenderness that calmed the storm that raged inside him against his brother.He took the soft cloth, dipped it into water, and began to wash her feet, each stroke was deliberate,, reverent. Rosetta sighed soft
A sharp pain throbbed in Nia’s head as she stirred awake, her limbs stretched but heavy against the soft sheets. “Oh Fuck!” She groaned, rubbing her temple, wincing as the headache tore through her skull like an iron fist. She blinked against the morning light that penetrated through the curtains, she took in her surroundings. She noticed that the room has been well arranged, Everything was in its place—the furniture undisturbed, the broken objects she had trashed the night before mysteriously gone.Her breath hitched. Massimo. He wasn’t beside her, and she couldn’t hear any movements so he probably wasn’t even home. She sat up, running her hands through her tangled hair as flashbacks of last night replayed in her mind—her anger, her outburst, her shattered pride. But then there was him, his voice deep and unwavering."I know what I want, and it’s not Caterina."A small, hesitant smile tugged at her lips. It wasn’t exactly the validation she had craved, but it was something. Maybe
“Beg for it, Nia. Beg.” Massimo’s voice was low, a growl that vibrated through the room as he stepped back from the bed, his broad shoulders flexed under the dim light. He moved with purpose toward the board of sex equipment, his eyes never left hers. Nia’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she watched him pick up a red blindfold.She didn’t speak, but her body betrayed her—the way her legs trembled, the way her hips shifted slightly, subtly arching toward him. Massimo noticed it all. Of course he did. He always did. He climbed back onto the bed, his movements deliberate, predatory, and leaned over her, their gazes locking. His eyes burned with a hunger that made her insides tingle with anticipation “I don’t want you pleading with your eyes,” he murmured, his voice low but echoed with something more dark, hungry. “I want your body to do the talking.”Nia swallowed hard as he gently but firmly tilted her head forward, the silk of the blindfold brushed against her skin before he tied it
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
“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
The car soon came to a halt back in front of Massimo’s pent house. Caterina’s words echoed relentless 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 away at her h
“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
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
“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
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 continued i