{CARA'S POV}**I wake up tangled in the chaos of blankets. My skin is bare, I'm naked and the air is heavy with the scent of sweat and something primal and dark; him. The duvet lies discarded across the room like an afterthought. Every inch of me aches. It's a reminder of last night’s collision of anger, fire, and surrender.And then, I feel it. His presence.The shadow in the corner shifts, and my stomach knots. Edmondo. Always Edmondo. Standing there, silent. Composed. Watching.“Mom?” The word tumbles from my lips, a slip of my subconscious searching for a shield. But it’s ridiculous. What could I possibly say to protect myself now?He steps into the light. His eyes are dark and unreadable. “Your mother is in the land of the dead, Cara.”I swallow hard. My voice betrays me, trembling as I mumble, “Good morning.”“It’s noon,” he replies, his tone maddeningly even. Controlled. No trace of t
{CARA'S POV}**The tension between the both of us is hot. And I have come to a conclusion that I can’t be in the same roomwith Edmondo without my heart racing and my panties getting wet. Well, the second part is actually a secret. Things have been going on in my insides and I really hate to think about it or let it show.He kisses me; but don't take it further. Just the kiss.I’m ready. I want him more than I ever imagined I would want anyone. I want him to have sex with me again. He was ever so gentle with me hours ago and I want to taste that feeling again.But he moves away. “Fucking seduce me, Cara. Make me hunger for you.”There. He made his demand. That's the only thing stopping us from sexing again.I don’t know what kind of seduction I can offer, but I know I have to try. Especially if I wanted that gentle side of Edmondo once again. It was addictive.I give ourse
{EDMONDO'S POV}**The cold air bites at my skin, it's mostly cold here in the North. But the cold does nothing to distract me from the spectacle unfolding in front of me. Cara’s struggling.And it’s becoming painful to watch. She’s stumbling around like a damn rookie, tripping over her own feet. Clumsy as hell. The others circle her like sharks, waiting for her to fail. And to be honest, I’m not sure I care one way or the other.Her stance is all wrong. Her hands twitch at her sides. Her eyes darts here and there for no reason, no real focus. She doesn’t even know how to fall properly; just crumpling onto the ground every time she loses her balance. The others can’t help but laugh. But I don’t join them. I keep my arms crossed, leaning against the side of the training field.She’s not cut out for this. She doesn’t have the grit.Another shove, and she’s on the ground again.
{CARA'S POV}**I’m a mess. Sweat clings to my skin like a second layer, mixing with the dust and sand that seem to have a death grip on me. The stench of it all; the grit, the sweat, the heat.. it's suffocating. My body is on fire from those falls. Every bruise is pulsing with pain. My face feels like it’s been ground into the earth. And my hair… God, my hair’s a tangled mess, sticking to me in all the wrong ways. But none of it matters, right? I’m supposed to get into a car with him, look the way I do, and pretend it’s fine.Well, Edmondo? He doesn’t care. Not one bit. He doesn’t even give me a chance to breathe before he motions for me to get in the car, like I’m some damn delivery… or an obligation he can check off his list. And you know what? Maybe I’m too tired, too beaten, too desperate for something, anything, different and new from this goddamn underworld shit.
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**I sneak onto the grounds of the bunker stealthily stalk my way until I’m near the hallway that leads to that room. Shit. I should’ve brought a flashlight, but thankfully, I have good night vision. I could literally see in the dark.I stop a few feet away from the entrance to the room I had left the little girl days ago. Someone’s standing there: Marco. I freeze on the spot, my hands forming fists at my sides. What the fuck is he doing there? Didn't I keep Xhound in charge to keep eyes on her? My point is… Marco is one of the most fucking vicious amongst us,the Don's men.I approach Marco. “Why the fuck are you here?”“I could ask you the same thing, Giovanni. Shouldn't you be back in the Don's estate?” He narrows his eyes at me.I grunt at him and he repeats the same. He's daring me. Of course we are equals. Me being one of the D’Avi sons didn't count and why? It's
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**She's shivering. The room is freezing, this is the fucking north. She's still in her panties. Alone. She shakes her head. I'm staring at her swollen chest and her head movement is barely detected by lost me. On a whim, I take off my leather coat. Not the actual best thing for warmth, but it will have to do.She cries out when I approach her, trying to protect herself with those small dainty hands. I move them out of the way roughly and put the coat on her. I wrap her ice-cold skin in the leathery material coated with my addiction and cologne.Her eyes follow mine fearfully. She's trying to find the reason why I'm being kind. Fuck me if I know. I just can't stand to think of her down here alone. Stupid. Honestly, I just want to fuck her. Truthfully. And the fact that today just made her eighteen has broken all the bounds to accomplish that wish."Did anyone hurt you
{GIOVANNI'S POV} * * “Wait.” I exhale after what seems like ages, just as my hand lands on the door handle. I turn around excruciatingly slowly, staring her down. She doesn't shy away from me this time. Instead, she crawls over to me on all fours. My cock is enormous, thick and throbbing, by the time she's reached me. Fucking hell. Does she even know what she's doing to me? The La Rosa girl sits at my feet and looks up at me, her eyes begging me to stay. "What do you want?" I ask. My own personal brand of torture. I know it's hard for her to say it. Bbut I need to hear those words from her lips. "Tell me, bambina (little one)." "Stay," she says. Her lashes flutter open, then closed, then open again. She's nervous. "Stay for a while. I can't.. I can't be alone. It's my birthday, and I've been alone on my birthdays for too long. And what i
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**I lift her up and she gasps. On an instinct, her legs wrap around my waist. I twist her arms behind her back with one hand, holding her up with the other."Are you going to try to get away now?" I breathe down her neck. "Are you going to fight me over what we both know is what you want, little baby girl?"She writhes against my body, desperate to get closer and farther away at the same time. I don't need to hear her moans to know how turned on she is. She's pressed up against me good, grinding that little pussy of hers on my crotch. Fuck, I can feel how wet she is now. She's going to leave a good fucked up memory in my mind, that's for sure."Tell me, bambina," I growl at her, my lips sliding down her neck gently. I graze her skin with my teeth, loving the vibrations from her throat against my lips. "Tell me what you thought about while you were alone down here."
{INGRID'S POV}**The tension in the air is really palpable. The atmosphere is electric. I want him to touch me. I want him to do bad things to me. And I know it's so damn wrong, but I just can't resist. He's done something to me, definitely. He has messed with my head and played with my heart. All on the first day.It's like I'm the puppet and he's pulling on every one of my strings.He's breathing heavily, and he gently pushes down my panties until my hip bones poke out. I hiss as the air hits my skin. Mr. Giovanni groans when his fingers connect with my feverish body. "God," he says. "So fucking delicious. So damn wrong. I can't resist. I'm sorry, bambina, but I'm not even going to try to resist."With that, his fingers push off my white lacy panties and I arch my back, helping him along. What the hell am I doing? I don't even know him!Alarm bells are going off in my
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**“That was a stupid move, bambina (little girl). A bloody stupid move,” I say, not knowing what else to say or how to just get her in there and pull away and end this cat and mouse rubbish.Though, I want to be with her. That's why I left Edmondo and came here.I want to finish what we’ve just started too.She looks at me with rage and fear all over her face and demeanor. “Just let me go. I owe you nothing and all you want to do is take advantage of me.”She looks at me, daring me to say the truth. She knows it, and I know it. We’re walking the faint line between lust and abomination. I knew from the moment I set eyes on her, loosing her cool and yelling for someone to save her sister, that she was going to be different and nice to own.This is lust. Compared to love… this… lust… It’s a lot more complicated than I ever would’ve thought. I pull
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