Lahat ng Kabanata ng His to Destroy, Mine to Save: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

MARISOLDante was in the process of removing his crisp white shirt, revealing a broad, muscular chest, half-covered by an intricate dragon tattoo that coiled across his chest and shoulder.Each inked line looked like a secret I hadn’t earned the right to uncover.The sight of him was imposing, unapologetically male, and it sent a shiver racing down my spine, equal parts fear and anticipation.Why does he always look like danger wrapped in temptation?The intensity of his presence made me feel suddenly exposed.I hesitated, my confidence faltering as I moved forward.Bare feet moving silently over the hardwood floor, I stepped into view and let my gaze fall.My arms wrapped around myself, an instinctive shield against the weight of his stare.His eyes locked on me, and something deep in my chest braced for judgment that hadn’t yet come.He looked up, his breath catching.The look in his eyes was unguarded, quietly stunned.It stripped the hardness from his expression.He stared at me li

DANTEShe stepped out of the bathroom, hesitant, her arms folded loosely like she wasn’t sure what to do with them.And fuck, I forgot how to breathe.The lingerie was simple. Soft. Barely there.But on her?It wrecked me.Lace hugged her curves in all the right places, and that little ribbon between her breasts might as well have been a damn invitation.But it wasn’t the lace or the way her hips swayed when she walked toward the bed.It was her eyes.Wide.Vulnerable.Brave.She didn’t see what I did, how fucking stunning she looked.Not just sexy. Beautiful.She trusted me, even though she was nervous as hell.That trust was a responsibility I felt in my bones.I didn’t rush.I touched her slowly, learned her skin like a map I never wanted to stop tracing.When I stroked between her legs and felt the way her body responded, God.Her hips arched off the bed, her breath caught, and that needy little sound she made?I’d never forget it.She bloomed under my hands.Her skin flushed pink,

MARCOSMarisol had slipped from my grasp and into the hands of a man like Dante Kincade.That wasn’t simple defiance. It was personal, like a strike against the very heart of who I was. A reminder that my control wasn’t absolute.My vision blurred as fury surged, images flashing through my mind: tools of pain, each one crafted for torment.She needs to remember what it costs to humiliate me.But fury alone wouldn’t win this.Dante wasn’t a fool. He’d managed to keep her safe so far, and I knew why. He didn’t get his hands dirty unless there was no other way.The man had a reputation for leveling entire cartels from afar, using methods that blended precision with creativity. He was surgical, efficient, and dangerous.It’ll take more than brute strength to break a man like him.And I knew that better than anyone.I forced a breath past my teeth, grounding myself as the fury simmered beneath the surface. Raw emotion wouldn’t take Dante down. Strategy would.My next move had to be flawless

DANTEI groaned, watching myself disappear into her tight, wet core. My grip on her thighs tightened as I pushed her legs further apart. Hold back. Just a little longer.I hissed through my teeth. "God, you feel amazing. Seeing my cock filling you like this... it turns me on so much."Her breath hitched at my words, and when she clenched around me, the sensation dragged a raw sound from deep in my throat. I pressed deeper, the slick friction between us making her moan, her body quivering beneath me, tight and trembling with overwhelming fullness.The room pulsed with heat, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. Every thrust coaxed another soft sound from her, her body tightening beneath me, pressure building in the way her toes curled and her hips arched. I couldn’t look away. I watched the way her breasts lifted with every thrust, the way her lips parted on a breathy moan that hit me straight in the chest. She was beautiful like this, open and lost in pleasure, giving me ev

ROBERTOThe room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of streetlights spilling through the blinds. Marcos drove his fist into the wall, the dull crunch of drywall giving way beneath his knuckles. His jaw locked tight. His eyes caught the light, sharp and predatory.“That fucking bitch has ruined everything! Your worthless bastard of a daughter chose that Kincade prick over the family, and now look where we are. I should’ve killed her.”I leaned back in my leather chair, cold and unreadable. The fury rolling off him didn’t touch me. I didn’t even blink.“Mind your tone, Montoya,” I said, smooth and unshaken. “Marisol may be a thorn in your side, but she’s more valuable alive and married to Kincade than she ever was tied to you.“Her only worth was in the connections she could bring. And now she’s done exactly that.”He started pacing, his fists clenched tight at his sides.“Valuable? That fucker froze my accounts, stopped my shipments, and then had the gall to unfreeze them like he’s do