Rafael DeLuca is a man forged in blood and betrayal. Once the rightful heir to a powerful mafia empire, he lost everything when his family was slaughtered in an act of treachery. For years, he rebuilt his power from the shadows, rising as the most feared mafia strategist in the underworld. Now, the time for vengeance has come, and his enemy’s greatest weakness is within his grasp—Sophia Romano. Sophia has spent her life in a gilded cage, unaware of the sins that stain her last name. Sheltered and untouched by the violent world her father commands, she believes she is destined for an ordinary life. But when she is kidnapped by a man as dangerous as he is captivating, her world shatters. Rafael is her captor, her tormentor, and her only protector in a world far darker than she ever imagined. What begins as a calculated act of revenge soon turns into something Rafael never anticipated—obsession. Sophia’s innocence should make her easy to break, yet her quiet defiance ignites something primal within him. He tells himself she is only a pawn, a means to an end, but with every glance, every forbidden touch, she threatens to unravel his carefully crafted plans. As hidden truths come to light and past betrayals resurface, Rafael is forced to make an impossible choice: will he sacrifice the one woman who has become his greatest weakness, or will he forsake his vengeance for a love that could destroy them both? In a world where love is as deadly as betrayal, Rafael and Sophia will have to decide—will their obsession ruin them, or will it be the only thing that saves them?
Lihat lebih banyakThe heat from Rafael’s body still lingered on Sophia’s skin long after he stepped away. Her mind was a battlefield of contradictions—rage, shame, and something far more dangerous—desire. She wanted to scream at him, to slap that arrogant smirk off his face. But her lips were still swollen from his kiss, her breath still uneven, her body still betraying her. And Rafael knew it. His emerald eyes glinted with dark satisfaction as he leaned lazily against the desk, watching her with the patience of a predator that had all the time in the world. “You can keep running, piccola,” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. “But I always catch what’s mine.” Sophia’s nails dug into her palms. “I’m not yours,” she snapped, forcing the words past the lump in her throat. Rafael chuckled, a deep, sinful sound that sent a shiver straight through her core. “Then why,” he mused, stepping closer, “are you still here?” Sophia’s breath caught as he lifted a hand to brush a strand of hai
The dim light of the room cast shadows on Rafael’s sharp features, making him look even more predatory—like a wolf that had finally cornered his prey. Sophia’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she fought for control, but the fire in her veins betrayed her. His hands were heavy on her hips, his fingers pressing into her skin with a possessive force that sent a dangerous thrill through her. He was everywhere. His scent. His heat. His dominance. And she—she was drowning in him. A War She Can’t Win Rafael’s emerald eyes locked onto hers, his pupils dilated with a hunger that sent a shiver racing through her. His thumb traced the outline of her lips, slow and deliberate, watching as she trembled beneath his touch. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dark promise. Sophia’s throat tightened. “I don’t belong to you,” she whispered, trying to sound defiant, but her voice wavered. His smirk was lethal. “Oh, piccola,
The air between them was thick with unspoken war. Sophia's back pressed against the cold wooden door, the contrast between the cool surface and Rafael’s heated presence setting her skin ablaze. His grip on her chin was firm, unyielding, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You think I’m a man you can defy?” Rafael murmured, his voice deceptively soft, yet laced with a warning. Sophia swallowed, her throat dry. She should have fought back. Should have pushed him away. Should have screamed at him. But Rafael didn’t just command obedience—he demanded surrender. And worse? Her body was betraying her. Her breaths came shallow and quick, her pulse hammering at the base of her throat. She wanted to deny it. To convince herself that this was just fear. That she didn’t crave his touch. But the glint in Rafael’s emerald eyes told her he knew better. That infuriating smirk pulled at his lips as his thumb brushed over her lower lip, dragging across the sensitive skin in
Sophia felt the weight of the stranger’s gaze, the way he assessed her with cool amusement. Something about him unsettled her. But more than that—it felt like a test. A test of what, she wasn’t sure. She should have left. Should have walked away. But before she could make a move, the stranger leaned forward, his voice a low purr. “You’re in over your head, sweetheart.” Sophia’s spine stiffened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The man smirked, lifting his drink to his lips. “You belong to Rafael D’Angelo,” he mused, tilting his head as if studying an interesting puzzle. “And yet… you don’t seem very convinced.” Sophia’s nails dug into her palms. She refused to take the bait. “I don’t belong to anyone.” The stranger chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, he won’t like that.” Sophia frowned. “Who—?” She didn’t get the chance to finish. Because suddenly, the air shifted. A dark, suffocating presence wrapped around her like a noose. A familiar one. Rafael. And he
Sophia’s pulse pounded as Rafael’s lips skimmed the sensitive skin of her neck. His fingers danced along the hem of her dress, teasing, threatening. The club’s red glow cast wicked shadows over his chiseled features, making him look like a devil in the flesh. She should have pushed him away. She should have fought. But Rafael’s touch—**his presence—**was a fire she couldn’t escape. And worse? She wasn’t sure she wanted to. The Warning “Careful, piccola,” Rafael murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re trembling.” Sophia’s nails dug into his wrist, willing herself to stay strong. “Let me go,” she hissed, though her voice lacked conviction. Rafael chuckled, dark and amused. “Lies don’t suit you.” He shifted, tilting her chin up, forcing her to look at him. His emerald eyes burned with something far more dangerous than amusement—possession. “You think you can fight this,” he continued, his voice a velvet promise. “But your body betrays you.” Sophia’s breath caught. Be
Sophia stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the woman reflected back at her. The dress Rafael had sent for her was obscene. Midnight black. Silky. Designed to tempt. It clung to her curves, dipping scandalously low in the front, while the back was nothing but delicate strings crisscrossing her bare skin. It was the kind of dress a woman wore when she wanted to be touched. When she wanted to be claimed. Her stomach churned. This wasn’t her. She was supposed to be fighting against him, not playing into his hands. But refusing to wear it? That wasn’t an option. Sophia knew what Rafael was capable of. Knew that if she pushed him too far, he would make good on his threats to teach her a lesson. So she swallowed her pride and stepped into the dangerous world he was dragging her into. A Devil in the Dark The moment she stepped out of the room, Rafael was waiting. He sat in a sleek black chair near the fireplace, dressed in an all-black suit that clung to his pow
Sophia’s body still burned from Rafael’s touch, her lips swollen, her wrists tingling where he had pinned them down. But as soon as the door clicked shut behind him, her mind snapped back into focus. This was her chance. She sat up, ignoring the way her legs felt unsteady beneath her as she scanned the dimly lit bedroom. She had to get out. Her gaze darted to the massive windows overlooking the city skyline. They were locked—of course, they were. The door? Guarded. Sophia’s stomach twisted. Rafael wasn’t just keeping her here—he had caged her. But she would rather die than become his prisoner. Her fingers trembled as she tiptoed toward the closet, hoping—**praying—**for something she could use. A weapon, a secret passage, anything. But before she could even reach the handle— The door swung open. Rafael was back. And he did not look pleased. His Patience is Gone Sophia froze as his emerald gaze locked onto her. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a slow,
Sophia’s entire body tensed beneath Rafael’s as his words coiled around her like an unbreakable noose. Do you really want me to stop? Yes. No. She didn’t know anymore. Her mind screamed for freedom, but her body… her body had already betrayed her. Rafael smirked as he watched the war rage in her stormy blue eyes. He loved this—loved watching her struggle between hatred and desire. Because in the end, she would break. And she would break for him. His fingers trailed down the delicate skin of her thigh, slow, teasing, cruel. Sophia jerked, her breath catching in her throat. “Stop,” she whispered, her voice weak. Rafael hummed, his lips skimming the line of her jaw. “Say it like you mean it.” Her nails dug into his arms, desperate to ground herself against the electric storm brewing between them. “You’re a monster,” she seethed. His laugh was low, dark, dangerous. “I never claimed to be anything else.” Sophia’s breath hitched as his lips brushed over hers, a featherligh
Sophia’s breath hitched as Rafael’s lips skimmed the delicate curve of her jaw. It was barely a touch, but it ignited something deep inside her—something raw and consuming. Her hands braced against his chest, but she didn’t push him away. And Rafael noticed. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, his warm breath ghosting over her skin. “You can’t decide, can you?” Sophia clenched her jaw. “Decide what?” His fingers trailed down her arm, slow and deliberate. Claiming. Possessive. “Whether to run…” He pressed closer, his hard body flush against hers. Sophia’s breath came faster, her heart slamming against her ribs. “…or surrender.” Her stomach twisted. Because he was right. She wanted to deny it, to spit in his face and tell him she hated him. But the way her pulse raced, the way her body responded to his touch—it betrayed her. Rafael leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below her ear. A sharp gasp escaped her, and his smirk deepened. “You’re trembling,” he murm
The dim glow of the warehouse lights flickered, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air was thick with the acrid scent of cigar smoke and whiskey, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. In the center of the room, Rafael De Luca sat like a king on his throne—broad shoulders relaxed, muscular frame exuding dominance as he swirled the amber liquid in his crystal glass.His emerald-green eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto the trembling man kneeling before him. A low, humorless chuckle escaped his lips as he watched the man’s pathetic attempts to beg for his life."Please, Rafael," the man stammered, sweat dripping down his temples. "I—I didn't mean to cross you."Rafael arched a dark brow, amusement flickering across his sharp features. "Didn’t mean to?" he repeated, his voice a deadly purr. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, and studied the man with cruel patience.The traitor—a low-level arms dealer who had foolishly believed he coul...
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