My breath caught in my throat the moment my eyes dropped between his legs. Oh God. His cock was hard, heavy, long, impossible to ignore. Panic filled my chest. “Is… that going inside me?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. My voice didn’t even sound like mine, small, breakable. “Oh, sweet doll…” His voice dropped, gravelly and dark. “It’s not just going inside you.” He stepped closer, towering over me. My skin heated as his hand wrapped around himself, stroking twice. He swelled even larger, as though to prove the threat in his words. “It’s going to stretch you wide open. You’ll feel me for days. You’ll walk with the memory of me buried deep, dripping down your thighs. You’ll cry from it, shake from it, and still… you’ll beg for more.” “Oh…” The sound tore from me, heavy with terror. I was sold for three million dollars to the man who killed my father. Dante De Luca, older, ruthless, dangerously handsome and untouchable. He didn’t buy me for a night. He bought me for a lifetime, to make me his mistress… and then, his wife. Trapped in a contract marriage, I vowed never to love him. But my body betrayed me. His possessive kisses. His punishing touch. I found myself wanting more. Craving him. Yearning for everything he gave. Dante wanted revenge, because my father killed his wife and stole his Mafia kingship. He wanted to punish me. He wanted to break me. But somewhere in his quest to cause me pain… he began to fall and save me, even from my own father. Now, when loyalty calls upon me, I’m torn. Between the man who raised me… and the man who owns my heart.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice calm, but there was a certain force behind it. “Clairessa,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. “How old are you?” “Twenty-two,” I replied quickly, then then winced. “Wait… twenty-three.” The alcohol made my thoughts foggy, and I could tell he wasn’t convinced. He gaze pierced right through me. “You’ve been drinking,” he said plainly. “I don’t mess with little girls who can’t think straight.” I lifted my chin, summoning whatever courage I had left. “I’m thinking clearly enough to know what I want,” I shot back. "Besides, I'm not a little girl. I’m a grown woman who knows exactly what she wants." My heart raced as I watched his face. I could see the internal struggle in his eyes, the way he was trying to resist the pull between us. “And what’s that?” His eyes narrowed slightly, waiting. “You,” I answered without hesitation. For a moment, the air between us felt electric. Then he leaned closer, his face inches from mine, his breath warm and tantalizing. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” “Maybe I do.” My voice was softer now, but just as sure. “I know what I see, a man who wants me just as much as I want him.” His lips twitched into a brief smile. "You're bold, I'll give you that. But I'm not the kind of man you chase after. I'm too old and dangerous for you." "That’s exactly what I want—the danger," I murmured, almost breathless now. His hard body pressed so closely against mine, driving me mad with need. I had to feel more of him. His grip on my wrists loosened. "I'm giving you a chance to walk away, or I won't be able to stop myself." His lips curved into a wicked smile. For a second, doubt crossed my mind. He was right—I hardly knew him, yet here I was, ready to offer myself to him, even when everything about him screamed danger. But the ache in my chest and the fire in my veins refused to let me back down. "I'm not leaving," I said softly, despite the rush of emotions coursing through me. His hands released my wrists, but instead of moving back, his fingers grazed along the neckline of my dress. The light touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, my skin burning where his fingertips lingered. “You should,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of my jaw. “Run while you still can.” “I’m not afraid,” I declared, my voice trembling—not with fear, but with overwhelming desire. I knew he was giving me another chance to leave, but I couldn’t. My limbs felt numb under him, but my body was wide awake with a need no one had ever aroused in me. This was beyond the alcohol—it was all him. I stared at him, unashamed, before whispering, "I want you... right here... right now." His lips hovered over mine, his breath mingling with my own as he spoke. "Once I start, there's no turning back." I swallowed hard and nodded. My gaze dropped to his lips, full and tempting. I watched, craving, as his tongue swept across his bottom lip "How could I possibly want you to stop when my body is aching for your touch?" The words slipped before I could stop them. For a second, I thought he would push me away again, but then something in him snapped. His lips inched closer to mine, and his fingers lightly stroked my cleavage. The touch made my breasts push higher against my dress, my nipples tightening, my chest heaving as my heartbeat raced. It was all getting too intense, and I was tempted to run and pretend this never happened. But the ache between my legs was too strong to ignore. I wasn’t about to let this moment slip away. “Kiss me," I whispered, pressing my body closer to his in a seductive tease. .Good girl Clairessa Hartwood thought she had everything—a perfect relationship and a dream job at Storm Innovations. But when she catches her boyfriend, Adrian Storm, cheating on her, her world crumbles. Heartbroken and out for revenge, Clairessa sheds her good girl image for one wild night at a private billionaire’s club. There, she meets Gabriel Storm—powerful, handsome, and twice her age. Despite thinking he’s out of reach, Clairessa seduces him, and they share a passionate night together. The next morning, Clairessa starts her new job, only to discover that Gabriel isn’t just her boss—he’s also Adrian’s father. Despite the intense chemistry between them, Gabriel tries to keep things professional. But Clairessa, driven by heartbreak and a thirst for revenge, pushes forward. Gabriel finally gives in, and they begin a steamy, secret affair, even as Adrian tries to win Clairessa back. As Clairessa falls deeper for Gabriel, she wants more from him. But Gabriel, still haunted by past betrayals, refuses to commit and breaks things off. Hurt, Clairessa takes Adrian back, only to shock Gabriel when Adrian introduces her as his girlfriend. Caught in a passionate love triangle between father and son, Clairessa plays a dangerous game—one that threatens to come crashing down when the truth is revealed.