Nico
Gianna was playing with fire, and she was going to get burned.
“I will destroy you if you allow me to get closer, Gianna,” I warned and I meant every word.
But somehow my gorgeous wife didn’t seem to be in the mood to listen. There was a determined glint in her eyes when she stepped closer and kissed me. It was brief, just a soft brush of her lips, but it evoked something inside me that suddenly wanted more. More of that sweet, warm taste of her.
I wasn’t a man driven by desire—control was my strength. But even the most controlled man has his needs. And Gianna, with her innocence, stirred something darker within me. The way she looked up at me, shy and submissive, ignited thoughts I shouldn’t have. But this was Gianna. I reminded myself of that every time she was near.
She deserv
