Gianna’s POV
Our 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 against my skin.
Every movement drew me closer, every touch making it harder to stop. His lips were strong yet tender, his taste addictive, his body heat pulling me in until the world outside us faded away.
Then his hand slid around my waist, firm and sure, guiding me back onto the bed as he hovered over me.
His lips trailed down my neck, tracing fire over my skin. The sheets slipped away, baring my breasts to his gaze. His eyes darkened, desire flashing there before his mouth followed, kissing down my throat, across my collarbone, until his tongue flattened over my nipple, sending shivers rushing through me.
“Pretty doll,” he murmured against my skin, sucking gently on one nipple while his fingers twisted the other, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips. “You taste…… delicious. Even in the morning.”
Then he withdrew, his tongue slipping away as he looked up at me with that wicked smirk. My lips parted in a breathless moan, wondering why he was stopping, why he’d leave me trembling like this.
“Let’s not tempt fate,” he said, his voice low and rough. “We’ll finish this when we get back.”
For a moment, he lingered, breathing hard, his forehead resting against mine.
I sat up slowly, clutching the sheets to my chest as I tried to steady my breathing. “You’re right,” I managed between breaths, a faint, teasing smile curving my lips. “Let’s not.”
He leaned in one last time, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Dream of this moment until I get back,” he whispered against my skin.
Then he pulled away, his gaze lingering for a heartbeat longer before he turned and walked off, leaving me flushed, breathless, and already aching for his return.
“I still can’t believe Don Dante allowed us out here again so soon,” Mira clasped her hands behind her back as we strolled down the garden path. The air smelled faintly of roses and lemon trees, and for once, there wasn’t a single guard in sight, even though I knew they had to be somewhere watching.
But Dante kept to his word.
She glanced sideways at me, brow arched. “And without guards watching us? What did you do?”
I shrugged casually, “Nothing.” Then a small smile tugged at my lips. “Maybe I pleaded with a face too pitiful to resist. Turns out, he does have a heart after all.”
Mira pressed a hand to her chest dramatically. “So you finally admit he has a heart?”
I winked. “Maybe.”
Mira smirked and nudged me with her elbow. “So, how’s that self–exploration thing going? You know…… getting Don Dante to submit?”
I scoffed, shaking my head. “You have no idea.”
If only she knew.
If only she knew that Dante had caught me in the act, that humiliating, blood–pounding moment when I was the
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one trembling, exposed…… and begging him to make me love control. And worse, that I was the one starting to fall for him, not the other way around.
Mira’s voice cut into my thoughts. “I imagine it’s not easy at first, but with time, you’ll find your rhythm.”
If only she knew there was no future with him.
“I’m sure,” I replied softly. “But for now, it’s just us.” I reached for her hand and squeezed it. “Until he returns, let’s make the most of it.”
Her smile wavered, and for a moment she looked almost guilty. “I have to apologize,” she said softly. “I won’t be around for the next few days.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“Bruno told me Don Dante went to visit his daughter. He won’t be back until the end of the week.”
My mouth formed an involuntary oh.
“I wish I could stay,” Mira added, “but Bruno planned something special……. a romantic mini vacation at a resort, and I can’t exactly turn him down.”
“Of course not,” I said quickly. “I’d never ask you to cancel just to sit around in the garden with me.
Mira’s expression softened. “I just feel bad, that’s all. You’ll be alone with Don gone…….”
But I cut her off before she could finish. “Mira, it’s completely alright,” I said lightly, trying not to sound as relieved as I felt. “So……. when will you be meeting Bruno?”
She hesitated, biting her lip. “He said it has to be at night. He’s dropping Don Dante off first and making sure everything with security checks out before driving back.”
So Dante had another home. Somewhere far from here. Somewhere his daughter lived. And he wouldn’t be coming back for the rest of the week.
My chest tightened, not with longing this time, but with realization. This was it. My window. My chance.
I leaned a little closer to Mira, lowering my voice. “You’ll be meeting him through the secret passage you told me about, right?”
Mira nodded, a small, mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
“And how will you even get through, with all the guards stationed around?” I pressed, feigning casual curiosity.
Mira chuckled softly. “Whenever Don Dante’s not around, the guards stick to the inner wings. The garden will be completely empty by then.”
“Really?” I asked, trying to hide the smile tugging at my lips.
“Really,” she said with a smug little grin. “It’s the perfect right for fun. Most of them get drunk, some sneak women in through the main gates, others play cards. Nobody reports anyone because everyone’s guilty of something. It’s our unspoken rule.”
“Ah,” I murmured, pretending not to sound too interested. So that’s how it works.”
“Exactly.” She lifted her chin proudly. “We’ll start around gine. I’ll meet Bruno a little after that.”
I smiled, masking the rush of excitement that burned through me. A party meant laughter. Music. Distraction.
And distraction meant freedom.
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“How romantic,” I said instead, smirking. “And dangerous You two really do live for the thrill.”
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“Oh, we do……” Mira grinned, grabbing my hand dramatically. “Thank God you’re here. Looks like you’re going to be my partner–in–crime tonight.”
I squeezed her hand, forcing a playful smile.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
But in my head, the words carried a different meaning.
Tonight was my opportunity.
While Mira slipped away to meet Bruno……
I’d be right behind her, disappearing into the night. Running toward my freedom.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
