LOGINDANTE'S POV I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around them. Tight, hot and perfect. I fucked her with my fingers while my tongue worked her clit, the dual sensation making her thighs tremble. My other hand reached up, finding her breast and rolling her nipple between my fingers. "Oh God..." Her head fell against the glass with a soft thud. "Fuck... yes..." I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her see stars. Her grip on my hair tightened almost painfully, her hips rocking against my mouth. "Dante... I'm close... I'm so close..." I pulled away, my fingers slowing. "What do you want, Gianna?" "Don't stop." Her voice was desperate, needy. "Please don't stop." "Tell me what you want." "You." The word came out on a moan, raw and honest. "I want you inside me. Now." I slid my fingers out slowly but kept my thumb on her clit. Pressing just enough to keep her on edge but not enough to push her over. She whimpered, her hips chasing the pre
DANTE'S POVThe thought had been eating at me since last night. Each passing hour made it worse.I woke alone. The sheets beside me were cold where Gianna should have been.I found her in the shower.Steam clouded the glass door, but I drank in her silhouette through it. Water cascaded over her body, running down curves I'd memorized with my hands and mouth. Her head tilted back, dark hair plastered to her shoulders and spine.Beautiful. She'd always been beautiful.But the shift between us felt like a chasm now, and I needed to know why.I stripped off my clothes and left them on the bathroom floor. The glass door slid open without a sound. She didn't turn around, didn't flinch. Lost in her own world.I stepped inside. Hot water hit my skin as I moved behind her, close enough to smell jasmine body wash mixing with steam.My hands found her waist and pulled her against my chest.She went rigid."Good morning to you too," I murmured against her neck, pressing a kiss to the wet skin jus
GIANNA'S POV I pulled the covers up to my chin, curling onto my side. The silk sheets felt cool against my skin, a poor substitute for the warmth I craved but couldn't allow myself to have. The bathroom door opened. Footsteps crossed the room, then the mattress dipped behind me. Dante's arm slid around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His body was solid and familiar, the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of my nightgown. I tried to shift away, but his grip tightened, his other arm sliding beneath my pillow to cage me against him. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice was low and rough. "Dante..." His lips found the curve of my neck, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along my skin. The scrape of his stubble sent shivers down my spine. His hand splayed across my stomach, fingers spreading wide as he pulled me flush against him. I felt him, hard and wanting, pressed against my lower back. My body responded before my mind could catch up, moisture po
DANTE'S POVMy father's hair was more gray than I recalled. Lines creased his face that hadn't been there before. But his eyes, those cold eyes, were exactly as I remembered.The air left my lungs."Dad?" The word came out choked, disbelieving."Gigi." His voice broke. "My beautiful girl."My knees nearly gave out. I'd mourned him.When Dante first confirmed he was alive, part of me had refused to believe it. But seeing him now, standing right in front of me, breathing and real..."I thought you were dead." Tears were already streaming down my face. "They told me you were dead. I mourned you. I grieved for you.""I know." He stepped toward me, his hands outstretched. "That bastard Dante tried to kill me. I barely escaped with my life."The mention of Dante's name pulled me back to the present. To the reality of why I was here."You're not innocent either." The words burst out of me, raw and accusing. "You killed his wife. You made him a widower. You took a mother from a child and a wi
GIANNA'S POVMy chest heaved as my hand wrapped around the cold handle and I pushed.The door swung open.I stepped inside, my breath coming too fast and shallow."Dante?" My voice cracked on his name.Silence answered. His chair sat pushed back slightly, as if he'd just stood and walked away moments before. The room held no trace of him, no sound, no movement, just the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air.Selene's words kept echoing in my mind, over and over like a cruel mantra.He married you to get access to the inheritance, money that originally belonged to his late wife. The only way to get it was through marriage to you."She's lying," I whispered to myself, my hand trembling at my side. "She's lying. Dante wouldn't, he wouldn't do that."But doubt had already taken root, spreading through me like poison.My gaze traveled across the room and landed on his desk. Papers were scattered across its surface, and there, right in the center, was a black folder that looked f
GIANNA'S POV"Well, isn't this cozy," her voice dripped with disdain. "Playing mother and daughter."Ariel lifted her head, her body tensing. "Aunt Selene.""Don't let me interrupt," Selene continued, stepping into the room. "I'm sure you two were having such a meaningful bonding session.""We were just talking," I replied evenly, unable to ignore the malicious undertone in her voice."Just talking." Selene's smile was brittle. "How sweet. Tell me, Gianna, are you enjoying playing house? Pretending to be part of this family?""I'm not pretending." I kept my voice calm, but my hands clenched in my lap. "Ariel and I were spending time together. That's all.""Aunt Selene, we just went shopping," Ariel interjected, trying to lighten the mood. "It was really fun. Gianna helped me pick out some great stuff.""I'm sure she did." Selene's eyes never left mine. "I'm sure she's very helpful. Very eager to insert herself where she doesn't belong.""That's enough." I stood, placing myself between
Gianna’s POVOur tongues met, and he thrust into my mouth with slow, hungry strokes, tasting me like he’d been waiting for it. He kissed me deeper, his tongue sliding and playing with mine, teasing, taking control. He nibbled on my bottom lip, then soothed it with another kiss, his breath warm agai
Dante’s POVOh, I most certainly can. I warned, leaning in again, my breath grazing her ear. “Remember earlier in my office? When you made sure to remind me how I came screaming your name while Bruno was right there?”“It’s not the same,” she argued, though her voice lacked conviction. “Bruno’s you
Gianna’s POV“Yeah… oh… yes… fuck… me… harder…..”The sounds of the lovers on my laptop echoed through the room, their breathless cries filling the air as the man drove into the woman again and again, each thrust sending a fiery pulse through me.The soft glow of the screen painted the room in shif
Gianna’s POV Dante's hand moved faster, rougher now, veins straining as he pumped his cock with furious precision. “You like this, don’t you?” His words came broken, ragged with lust. “You like watching me stroke it, imagining how deep I’ll fuck you with it. Look at you… writhing like my little m







