“God, you feel like heaven,” I growl into her neck, biting down gently before licking the sting away.
She moans louder, writhing beneath me, clutching me like I’m the only solid thing in a world unraveling. Our passion peaks higher with every movement, every whispered word, every scorching kiss.
This isn’t just sex.
It’s possession. Obsession. Salvation.
It’s earth-shattering.
Each thrust is a promise. Our bodies move in sync, raw and frantic. Her cries fill the room as I drive us both toward release.
“Yes,bella,” I groan. “Take it. Take all of me.”
She meets every thrust with equal fire, wild and breathtaking.
I feel her tightening around me, so close, so close?—
A loud knock rips through the moment.
I jerk awake from the couch, the cool leather kissing my heated skin. I gasp like I’ve broken through the surface of the water.
Files tumble from the couch. Clothes are in place. And she… she’s gone.
No. Fucking. Way.
It was a dream.
A painfully vivid dream.
I glance down at my shorts, tented with frustration and a need that I fear only she can meet.
“Great.”
8
BEATRICE
The elevator ride is quiet.
The dress clings to my body like a second skin, and I can barely breathe.
I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and still.
I am the picture of beauty—the perfect complementary piece to Giacomo.
Striking red lips, pin-straight hair, and a skin-tight red dress.
I ooze sex, seduction, and beauty—everything he says I need to be considered his.
I feel like I’m playing a character.
Beautiful, subdued—much like a pinned butterfly.
Never free, only meant to be observed and admired from behind glass.
“You look lovely, cara. I think this color is amazing on you.”
He leans in and kisses my cheek. The gesture is meant to be sweet and tender, but it feels more like a branding.
