I barely hold back a snort.Gio’s smart, but put a nice pair of tits in front of him and he’s putty.“Gio wanted to connect, so I made him think he was making progress.”I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.“Youwould’ve looked into my eyes and known it was all bullshit.”Another kiss, to the other side.“Youare my first and only love, Stefano.Youturned on my heart.”
His eyes soften, a smile drifting across his lips.“Ditto.”
I roll my hips against him, slow and deliberate.He hardens beneath me.And that instant response to me…that raw, reflexive hunger…it’s the most addictive, intoxicating high I’ve ever tasted.
“Fuck,” he hisses.“Take it out.”
Wasting not a beat, I reach down between us, undo his belt, and tug down his pants and boxers.A rough sound rolls in his throat as I fist his thick length and stroke him, deliberately slow and teasing.
“Are you muted right now?”he asks.
“Mhm-hmm,” I hum absently, my bottom lip caught between my teeth as I watch the head of his cock swell taut and flush crimson.
So damn beautiful.I want it in my mouth.
“Unmute,” he orders through a strained groan.
I pause.“Are you sure?”
“Unmute and sit on my cock,” he grits out, fingers digging into my hips with the command.“Let them hear who you belong to.”
Hell yes…
Without hesitation, I get up and slide off my shorts, reactivate my chip, then settle astride him again.
His hand finds my neck, steady and sure, pulling me in.His mouth claims mine, hungry, breath-stealing, absolute.And while he robs me of breath, his other hand shifts my panties aside, his fingers gliding through slick heat, finding me more than ready.
I lift my hips in silent invitation, aching to be filled.
He positions himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip.A low, reverberating groan spills from his mouth into mine, before he breaks the kiss and locks his hot, searing gaze on me.“You belong to me.”
“I do,” I whisper.
“Now prove this cock is yours.”He presses in, just an inch.“Take it.Ride it like you fucking own it.”
A slow smile curves my lips.I love a good challenge.He wants a performance?I’ll give him one.
Angling my hips, I sink down on him…
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Soraya
STEFANO’S PRESENCE HASRENDEREDme wholly unproductive.I’m in la-la land, head in the clouds, pouring all my focus into soaking up as much of him as possible.Mentally trapped somewhere between dread and denial, a shadow of unease hovering just at the edge of my happiness.The deal he made with Dad, unspoken yet ever-present, cast a heavy weight over my fragile bliss.
No matter how much I tell myself he’s mine, there’s a palpable fissure in that belief.Even when we’re together, when everything should feel perfect, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s slipping through my fingers.That no matter how close we get, it’ll never be enough.
It’s in the way he hugs me, long and hard.The way he kisses me with ravishing hunger, as if there’s a stopwatch ticking on our time together.
As the days slip by, anxiety hums under my skin.
Meanwhile, he’s been quietly putting in the work with my team, effortlessly winning them over, despite my insistence that the only opinion that matters is mine.Now they’re seeing what I’ve known all along: beneath that dark, dangerous exterior, behind that lethal, guarded wall he keeps up, he’smagnetic.Disarmingly funny.A natural storyteller with an endless arsenal of exaggerated tales that leave people hanging on his every word.
Give it another week, and he’ll have them eating out of his hands.
Because if Stefano Castello is anything, he’s a closer.His business relationships aren’t built on fear, but on his ability to genuinelyconnect.With charisma, instinct, and that maddening gift for sealing any deal.Every major business partner he has sticks around because heearnedtheir trust and respect, not because he demanded it.
As sharp and impenetrable as my team is, they don’t stand a chance against him.
