He frowned; this wasn’t what he had expected when he opened the door to his bedroom. He thought the lights would be off and Siena would be in bed, fast asleep by now.The lights were off—but the room wasn’t dark anymore. The entire space glowed softly, illuminated by dozens of scented candles. And Siena was indeed on the bed—but she was anything but asleep.She was sitting in the middle of the bed in a teasingly seductive pose, wearing a silk pink robe that clung to her curves in all the right places and came up to her upper thighs.Cristiano’s breathing turned heavy the moment he realized what was going through his little wife’s mind. He immediately shut the door behind him and turned the lock with a click.“What’s going on, doll?” he asked, leaning back against the door, not daring to take a step closer. He wasn’t sure he could control himself if he did. No—he wanted her to show him. To let him see just how much she desired him tonight.“Something was left incomplete last night,” sh
Siena, still smiling softly, replied, “He had an urgent meeting. He went straight to the office.”Soraya nodded, though the unease in her chest refused to fade. “Are you hungry?” she asked gently.Siena nodded hesitantly.Soraya smiled. “Go rest in your room. I’ll send something for you to eat.”Siena grinned. “You’re the best, Mom,” she said, kissing Soraya’s cheek with excitement before striding upstairs to her bedroom.Soraya giggled softly, shaking her head. “Silly girl,” she murmured as she watched her daughter-in-law disappear into the hallway.Siena stepped into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. Her thoughts immediately drifted to her husband. Her heart — and her body — still craved him, even though it had been only a few hours since he’d been away from her. God! What was happening to her? She let out a soft giggle as she flopped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind replaying every naughty, passionate thing he had done to her last night. Her sore body wa
Siena threw the sheet aside and walked to get a robe to cover herself properly. She then went to open the door and felt relieved to see a hotel staff member with a food trolley. “Good morning, Mrs. Vitelli. Your breakfast,” the man said. She nodded politely. “Good morning, and thank you. I’ll take it in myself.” He handed her the trolley, then presented a packet. Siena frowned in confusion. “Mr. Vitelli instructed that this dress be delivered to you,” he explained. Siena smiled at her husband’s thoughtfulness. She took the bag and closed the door. Rolling the trolley near the sofa by the window, she uncovered all the dishes — and grinned. He had really paid attention to what she liked. Everything on the tray was her favorite.She was starving; last night her sexy husband had drained her completely, leaving her sore and weak. So, she sat down and began eating from every dish, finishing more than half of the food, though the spread was easily enough for three people. Afterward, sh
Cristiano’s sleep was disturbed by the shrill ringing of his phone. Siena winced in her sleep, writhing slightly in his arms, and he quickly reached for the device on the bedside table, silencing it before the sound could wake her further.Carefully, he untangled himself from her, shifting her slightly to the side so she could rest undisturbed. Then, moving quietly, he slipped out of bed. He pulled on his pants, not bothering to put on a shirt, and stepped onto the balcony.The screen again showed Axel’s name flashing, and Cristiano knew Axel never contacted him without an urgent reason.He answered swiftly. “Speak,” he barked, his tone edged with command.“Boss… everyone’s waiting for you,” Axel’s voice came through, hesitant but laced with unmistakable urgency.Cristiano rubbed his forehead, muttering a low curse. Shit. He’d completely forgotten about the important gang meeting scheduled for today.Through the glass doors, his gaze drifted back to the bed where Siena slept soundly,
Siena was more sober now — but intoxicated by him, by his touch, his dominance, his sinful seduction.“Yes… yes… yes! Just fuck me!” she cried, her voice raw and trembling, no longer aware of how desperate or vulnerable she sounded.“Gladly, mia mogliettina,” he rasped, his tone darker, thicker, dripping with possessive satisfaction. He moved to her other breast, devouring it with the same ferocity — sucking, biting, worshipping — while his fingers continued their ruthless assault.Each thrust was deeper, rougher, driving her closer to the edge. Her slick heat clung to him, dripping with need as the pressure coiled tighter inside her. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, trembling violently, ready to explode in his hands.Just when she thought she could no longer bear it, Cristiano withdrew his finger and mouth, then scooped her up into his arms, his strength making her feel weightless. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. His gaze burned into hers — dark, possessive, and
With a hard push from Cristiano, Siena’s dress slid down her body in a silken whisper, pooling at her feet and leaving her in nothing but a black bra and matching panties. He sucked in a sharp breath. No matter what color she wore, she always managed to enchant him in a way that burned through his veins. Her perfect figure was like a drug to him — intoxicating, addictive, impossible to resist. It felt as if he had never seen anything more sensual in his life. He was unknowingly drawn to her, as though this was the first naked woman he had ever laid eyes on. And though the truth was far from that, none of the women he had seen before could ever compare. His wife was, without question, the sexiest and most breathtaking woman in his eyes.His hands moved slowly, deliberately, tracing the delicate line of her neck down to her collarbone, then lower — over the soft rise of her chest, where the perfect swell of her breasts strained against the lace. God, they were perfect. He’d seen them b