Semua Bab Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The Bar: A Control GameThe amber glow of flickering candlelight and neon reflections on polished glass filled the dimly lit bar. The actual tension between us began to settle as the low conversations faded into the background and the hum of gentle jazz curled through the air.Dante was seated across from me, slowly and methodically rolling the dark bourbon in his glass. Every movement he made was a silent command, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing the ink on his forearms.He had hardly said anything.He did not have to, though.Because he looked at me all the time.I could tell he was waiting by that knowing, dark look.Holding out for me to snap.I forced myself to ignore the way my pulse jumped when his eyes flickered down to my mouth as I slowly exhaled and tipped my own drink to my lips.I whispered, "You have been staring for five minutes." "What? Have nothing better to do?Dante grinned. "You tell me."His tone was low and playful, like a silk-wrapped challenge.With a

Luca's Flight: The Deception of DistanceI promised myself that I would never return.Last night did not mean anything, I told myself.that I would not make the same mistake twice with Dante.But my mind would not fucking stop talking as I sat by myself in my apartment, still holding the glass of whiskey.I was still sensing him.I felt his body's warmth against mine. He seemed to be memorizing me based on the slow, knowing way his hands had mapped me out.As if he anticipated my return.Fuck.I had to get my thoughts straight.I told myself that I was only going for a drive as I picked up my jacket and left.However, I was parked outside Dante's penthouse half an hour later.I also detested how simple it was.I detested the fact that he had me tethered to his finger.I gripped the steering wheel and inhaled deeply.I could go back.I should go back.Then—My phone lit up with a text.Dante: You took too long.My stomach grew constricted.I did not respond.I just stepped out of the v

The Club: An Open ProclamationThe club was full.Bass is loud. dim illumination. The air curled with the smell of cigarette smoke and pricey liquor.This club was not your typical one. Dante owned this.And this evening? Something was different.Because Dante was not going to hide it tonight.He walked next to me, his firm but gentle hand hovering at the small of my back as he led me through the crowd. possessive.His men noticed.Matteo smirked, as if he had been waiting for this, but he raised an eyebrow.None of the other guys questioned it.Dante Valenci went unquestioned.And what was his, no one would dare touch.Fuck.I let out a sharp breath, sensing the weight of their gazes and the unsaid information weighing down on me.They were aware.They were all fucking aware.Dante also desired that they do so.An Opponent's Error: Assessing Dante's PossessivenessDante took me to the VIP lounge, where the most dangerous men in the city congregated around crystal glasses and leather

The Penthouse: A Permanent HomeBehind me, the door slammed.Dante was on me before I had taken two steps.Quick. relentless. Unstoppable.I was yanked back against the wall by his hands grabbing my collar.My breath caught. "Dante—"He clenched his fingers."Speak it."My heartbeat quickened. "What do you say?"Dante's voice was demanding, dark, and low. Declare that you are mine.I tightened my jaw. Fuck."I—"Dante stopped me in my tracks.He kissed me instead.Rough and hard. unforgiving.It was a kiss. That was the owner. That broke down the last barrier I had.I ought to have resisted him.I ought to have pushed him away.However, instead—I gave him a kiss in return.Because he pulled harder each time I pushed.He made sure I was never able to leave every time I tried.And now?At this point, I was not certain that I wanted to.Command, authority, and surrender.Dante's teeth scraped my throat as his lips moved down my jaw.I breathed too quickly.Too superficial."Are you stil

The Fallout: A Change Has OccurredThere was silence on the drive back.Completely relaxed, Dante sat next to me, tapping his thigh with one hand while resting the other languidly on the steering wheel.As if nothing had occurred.As if I had not just demonstrated my ownership of him with blood on my hands.I pressed my fingers to my knee.I should have been ill. This steady, quiet hum in my chest should have been something else.But his voice in my ear was all I could think about."Well done, boy."I forced myself to swallow while attempting to ignore the heat that was still permeating my body and gazing out the window.I was becoming less of myself.What is the worst?I did not give a damn.The Penthouse: An Alternative Form of StressI thought he would return to work as soon as we entered.to check his phone, pour himself a drink, and pretend nothing had happened.He turned to me instead.And he simply looked for the first time.It is not as though he was planning my next move.He