(Melissa pov)

"Still want to leave?"

His voice cut through my thoughts, low and calm, carrying that same unsettling control that seemed to follow him everywhere, as if nothing in his world ever moved without his permission.

"No," I said, the word leaving my lips before I could stop it. Where did my sense of preservation go? Something flickered in his eyes.

"Good," he replied, like the outcome had never been in doubt.

The moment I stepped inside, I was in a space that felt less like a home, there was no warmth or softness, even emotion had been stripped out of the walls, everything was expensive just like the man that owns it.

"Relax," Adriano said as he moved past me with effortless confidence, his steps slow and unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world and nothing in it could ever threaten him. "Don't be scared I won't eat you, well I might " he said with a smirk

"I'm not scared," I replied quickly, though even to my own ears, the words sounded thinner than they should have.

"You should be," he said quietly.

My breath caught, not from fear, but from something happening in my body that I could not explain.

"Drink?" he asked eventually, breaking the tension with a casualness that didn't quite match the intensity in his eyes.I hesitated, just for a moment, before nodding.

"Yeah."

He moved toward the bar with the same controlled ease that seemed to define him, pouring a drink with precise movements that spoke of habit, of routine, of a life lived without hesitation or second-guessing.

I found myself watching his strong and steady hands, and hating the way my attention lingered.

He handed me the glass, his fingers brushing mine for the briefest second.

It was barely a touch and yet my body reacted like it meant something, I hated that more than anything, the burn of the drink was familiar now.

"Tell me," he said, leaning back slightly as if settling into the moment, "what broke you tonight?"

I exhaled slowly, the answer sitting heavy on my tongue.

"I walked in on my boyfriend and my male best friend fucking," I said.

He nodded once, just a quiet acknowledgement.

"That's all?" I asked, unable to hide the edge in my voice.

"What would you prefer?" he replied calmly. "Pity?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Good," he said. "You don't need it."

I stared at him, unsettled by how easily he dismissed something that had just shattered me.

"You're not surprised?"

"People betray each other," he said simply. "It's what they do."

"That doesn't make it okay."

"I didn't say it did." Silence again.

"Does it hurt your belief in love?" he asked suddenly.

My chest tightened painfully, the question cutting deeper than I expected.

"I don't know, I only know I'm no longer keeping my virginity," I admitted.

"That's honest."

"You're strange," I said quietly.

"I've been called worse."

He stepped closer again, the distance between us shrinking until I could feel the warmth of him, until the air itself felt different.

"You're trying to prove something," he said.

"To who?"

"To yourself."

I frowned. "What do you think I'm trying to prove?"

"That you don't care."

My breath caught, because he was right.

"I don't," I said quickly, a very weak lie.

His gaze dropped, slower this time, more deliberate, before returning to my eyes.

"You feel everything," he said quietly.

"That's your problem."

Something twisted painfully inside me.

"Why do you care?" I asked.

"I don't."

"Then why am I here?"

He didn't answer immediately.

"Because," he said finally, his voice low and controlled, "you walked in like you were ready to make a mistake."

My pulse quickened. "And?"

"And I wanted to see if you would."

"Am I?" I whispered.

His gaze darkened, something sharper rising beneath the calm.

"Do you want to ?" he murmured.

My heart pounded, loud and unsteady, every instinct warning me, every thought telling me to leave, to run, to choose safety, but safety had never protected me from betrayal.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"You sure about this, pajarito?"he whispered.

I don't know what the word meant but I love the way it sounds, he started grazing my ear with his lips, his breath hot and minty with a faint whiskey edge, my pussy clenched at the word, a rush of slickness soaking my panties, I confessed it in the bar, half-joking, but his eyes had lit with hunger.

"Fuck yes," I breathed, voice shaky, my fingers twisting in his shirt, not knowing what has come over me.

His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue thrusting deep, tasting of salt and desire, I moaned into him, the sound muffled as his hands roamed, cupping my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise, hiking my dress up.

"God, you're soaked already," he growled, breaking the kiss to nip my lower lip, drawing a gasp, I have never been kissed this way before, not even by Matt who I thought was my soul mate, his fingers slipped under my panties, tracing my slit, parting slick folds of my pussy, I bucked.

"This tight little virgin pussy's begging for my cock. Been dreaming about stretching you open all night."

He yanked my dress over my head in one pull, the silk whispering off my skin, leaving me in just bra and panties, cool air kissed my flushed body, goosebumps racing over my small, firm tits as he unhooked my bra with practiced ease, my nipples stood instantly, dark pink and aching. Adriano groaned, palming one breast, thumb rolling the peak while his mouth latched onto the other, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, the pull shot straight to my clit, a throb that made my thighs slick with arousal.

"These perfect tits," he rasped against my skin, the vibration humming through me. "Gonna mark them up, make you remember who ruined you first."

I arched, my fingers tangling in his thick hair, the faint stubble on his jaw scraping my belly as he dropped lower, shoving my panties down her legs, I kicked them off, bare now, vulnerable under the city lights.

Adriano stripped fast, shirt buttons popping, revealing a chiseled chest dusted with dark hair, abs flexing with tattoos covering every part. It made me more hornier, I never knew I had a thing for tattoos , his cock sprang free, thick and veined, at least nine inches, the head flushed purple and glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered, with a mix of fear and feral want. It's huge. It'll split me, but the thought only made me drip more, he fisted it, stroking slow, the slick sound, punctuating his words.

"On your knees, pajarito. Suck this cock like the needy slut you're turning into."

I dropped, my knees hitting the plush rug, the fibers soft against my skin, up close, his cock smelled of clean musk and salt, heavy balls drawn tight below, hesitant at first, I licked the slit, salty pre-cum bursting on my tongue, he hissed, his hips jerking.

"Fuck, yeah, take it deeper." Gripping my hair, he guided me, inch by inch past my lips, stretching my jaw, I gagged as the head hit my throat, drool spilling down my chin, but the burn fueled me. Bobbing, I sunken my cheeks, tongue swirling the underside vein, his groans rumbling above me like thunder.

"Good girl, choking on a stranger cock. Your virgin throat's tighter than your pussy's gonna be."

Minutes blurred, saliva-slick suction, his praises filthy and relentless, until he hauled me up, tossing me onto the bed, the sheets were cool Egyptian cotton, cradling my back as he climbed over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide and exposed, my pussy lips parted, he dragged his cock through my folds, coating himself in my juices, the drag teasing my entrance.

"Beg for it," he demanded, the tip of his cock nudging my hole, stretching just the entrance.

"Please," I whimpered, hips lifting. "Fuck me. Ruin my virgin pussy with that big cock."

He thrust in slow, deliberate, first inch breaching my opening, burning stretch making me cry out, wet heat enveloped him, my inner muscles rippling in protest and bliss, halfway in, he paused, sweat beading on his brow, as if he was holding back So he won't hurt me

"So fucking tight, gripping me like a vice."

Then deeper, bottoming out, balls slapping my ass, the fullness of his cock overwhelmed me, every length of it pulsing inside my pussy, he held still, letting me adjust, kissing my neck, sucking bruises while his hand found my clit, circling firm. Sparks ignited, easing the pain into pleasure.

"Move," I gasped, nails raking his back, he did, pulling back, slamming in, the bedframe creaking under the force, skin slapped skin, wet and rhythmic, my pussy tightened around him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging harder.

"Like that? Pound this cunt," he grunted, angle shifting to hit my g-spot with every plunge, pressure coiled low, building fast, his mouth claimed mine again, the taste of my own pussy on him from earlier licks.

"Gonna fill you up, breed this virgin hole. Make you cum on my cock first time."

I shattered, my orgasm ripping through, my pussy walls spasming, milking him as I screamed his name. Juices gushed, soaking his balls, the scent heavenly. He fucked me through it relentlessly, I thought I was dying then he flipped me onto all fours. Ass up, face down in the pillows, he re-entered from behind, deeper, the new angle grinding my clit against the sheets.

"I can't" I screamed

"You can take it pajarito," he snarled, spanking my ass, the sharp sting increased my heat. Red handprint bloomed, skin tingling, I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, tits swinging, nipples dragging fabric.

Wild now, he gripped my hips, railing into me crazily and unhinged, bed shaking. "Your pussy's mine now. Dripping, ruined for anyone else." Sweat slicked our bodies, sliding together, the slap louder, faster. My second climax built, clit throbbing under his reaching fingers. "Cum again, squeeze my cock." He commanded, and I did, my vision blurring, body convulsing as he roared, burying deep, hot spurts flooding inside me and leaking out causing sticky trails down my thighs.

We collapsed, panting, his weight comforting. But he wasn't done, his cock was still twitching inside me, hardening again.

"Round two, pajarito". Gonna fuck you all night." He whispered like a promise.

(Adraino pov)

I stared down at her sleeping face, so innocent, so peaceful, with those soft lashes brushing her cheeks and her lips slightly parted in quiet breaths. My hardened, ruthless heart softened, just a fraction, from the moment I spotted her at the bar, I had knew she was special and different, pure light in my endless night, and I wasn't letting her go, not ever.

But the fear of her finding out who I really am, the Mafia Don who ruled this city with an iron fist, enemies trembled at my name. Rivals begged for mercy I rarely gave. They called me the Devil, and for good reason. Blood stained my hands, deals sealed in shadows, power built on fear and bullets. She could never know. Not yet.

My phone vibrated sharply on the nightstand, shattering the silence. I snatched it up, my expression hardening instantly as I saw the caller, I answered on the second ring, my voice low.

"Talk."

"East warehouse," Roman said, breath tight. "We've got a problem."

"What kind of problem?"

"Shipment's compromised."

My eyes lifted slowly from her sleeping form. "Define compromised."

"Security's down. Cameras went dead ten minutes ago. Guards aren't responding."

"Who hit it?" I asked.

"We don't know yet."

"You don't know?" My tone dropped. "Or you haven't looked hard enough?"

"We're still pulling feeds from nearby blocks-"

"Stop talking," I cut in. "Are you there?"

"Two minutes out."

"Good," I said, already reaching for my jacket. "Stay outside. No one goes in until I get there."

"Yes, boss."

I ended the call, for a second, I didn't move, "Damn it," I muttered under my breath. I glanced back at her one last time, memorizing the curve of her face, then leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead.

"Sleep, pajarito I will be back before you wake."

I moved like a ghost, grabbing my jacket and signaling my men waiting in the hall. Within seconds, they were armed, each one with a sleek black gun holstered or gripped tight.

"Boss all set," Marco said as I stepped outside.

"How many?" I asked.

"Six cars. Full crew."

"Good," I replied. "We go in, we secure the shipment, we get out."

"You think it's a hit?" Luca asked as I got into the SUV, engines roared to life, and the convoy sped through the rainy city streets toward the warehouse district. I sat in the lead SUV, jaw clenched, fingers drumming on my knee.

"How bad?" I asked my right-hand man, Luca, without looking away from the window.

"Bad, boss. Looks like a setup. Shipment's hot, automatic rifles, enough to arm a small army. If we lose it..."

"I think someone wants my attention," I said.

"And you're giving it to them," Marco muttered.

I glanced at him. "That's how you find out who's stupid enough to ask for it."

We pulled up to the warehouse under cover of night. The air was thick with tension. No lights. . My instincts screamed trap, but the shipment was too valuable to abandon. We moved in formation, guns drawn, shadows blending with the crates stacked high inside

"Where the hell is everyone?"

"Stay sharp," I said as I stepped out. "No one spreads out. We move together."

"Yes, boss."

"Doors are unlocked," Luca said.

"That's not a good sign,"

Then all hell broke loose. Gunfire erupted from multiple directions, ambush. Police sirens wailed in the distance, but these weren't just cops. Special teams poured in, backed by what looked like rival informants. Bullets ricocheted off metal, shattering glass and wood. My men returned fire with precision, but they were outnumbered.

"Cover the exit!" I barked, my own gun blazing as I dropped two officers with clean shots. Blood sprayed. Chaos reigned. I spotted Luca pinned down behind a crate. Without hesitation, I charged forward, laying suppressive fire, grabbing my lieutenant by the collar and shoving him toward the back door.

"Get the others out! Now! I'll hold them!"

"Boss, no-"

"Go!" My roar cut through the noise. I protected my crew one by one, taking hits that grazed my arm and side, but never faltering. My men escaped into the night, vanishing like smoke.

Alone now, surrounded, I lowered my weapon slowly as officers closed in, rifles trained on my chest. I locked eyes with the lead detective, a smug bastard who'd clearly orchestrated the tip-off, the one who'd tricked us here.

"You think this ends me?" I asked ,voice low and lethal, even as cuffs clicked around my wrists. Blood trickled from a cut on my lip. "I will wipe out your entire family from the face of the earth, every last one, slowly, you will beg for death before I'm done."

The detective smirked, but there was a flicker of fear in his eyes. "Big words for a man in cuffs, Devil."

I just smiled a cold, promise-filled grin as they dragged me away. "Count the days."

Hours later, in the cold interrogation room, I sat chained to the table, my expensive suit torn and stained, the detective paced, slamming files down.

"We got you this time, Adraino Rossi. Gun trafficking, assault on officers, ties to half a dozen murders. You're done."

I leaned back, unfazed, my dark eyes piercing. "Am I? You have nothing but a setup, my lawyers will have me out by morning. And you... you just signed your death warrant."

The detective laughed nervously. "Keep talking. We raided three more of your spots tonight."

My phone had been taken, but I knew my empire was already moving. Loyal men on the outside, contingencies in place. But my mind drifted back to her, the girl sleeping safely in my bed, she couldn't know about this, not the arrest, not the blood.

"You think fear will break me?" I said quietly, almost to myself. "I've built my life on it."

The detective leaned in close. "Who was the girl at the bar? The one you were talking to? We know about her now."

My eyes flashed with pure rage. I lunged forward as far as the chains allowed, my voice a deadly whisper: "Touch one hair on her head, and I'll burn this city down with you in it. That's not a threat. That's a vow."

The room fell silent. Even the cops shifted uncomfortably, I settled back, heart still soft for her, but the Devil fully awake now, they just threatened her, I would get out, I would protect her, and I would make them all pay.

(Melissa pov)

"Melissa! Wait-!" Fuck it's Daniel, I didn't stop.

"Melissa, please!"

I walked faster, my grip tightening around my bag.

"Mel-!"

I broke into a run, by the time I reached the lecture hall, my chest was tight and my hands were shaking, but I didn't turn back, I didn't look for him, I didn't give myself the chance to hear whatever excuse he was ready to throw at me.

"Rough morning?"

I dropped into my seat, barely glancing at the girl beside me.

"You could say that."

The room quieted as Dr. Nathaniel Carter walked in, placing his notes neatly on the desk.

"Today we'll be discussing criminal psychology in high-risk offenders," he said, scanning the room. "This is not just theory. This is a real-world application."

"Melissa."

I straightened slightly. "Yes, sir?"

"What motivates individuals in organized crime?" Dr. Carter asked.

I swallowed. "Power," I said. "Control... influence. And fear."

"And how do they maintain that authority?"

"By making people afraid to challenge them."

"Exactly," he nodded. "Fear becomes their strongest weapon."

But my mind wasn't in class anymore, It was somewhere else, in a room with him.I woke up alone, the bed was cold on his side, like he had been gone for a while, and for a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out if last night had even been real.

"Miss?"

I sat up quickly, a woman stood by the door, neatly dressed, calm, like she had always been there.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am Maria, the housekeeper," she replied politely. "Breakfast is ready."

I frowned. "Where is he?"

"Mr. Adriano left early."

"Left?" I repeated.

"Yes, miss. He had an urgent business matter."

I stared at her.

"He didn't say anything?"

"No, miss."

I laughed under my breath, how could you be so trusting to leave a stranger on your bed.

"Of course he didn't."

"Would you like your breakfast now?" she asked.

"I guess."

"You can sit here," she said, guiding me to the table, I sat down slowly, still trying to process everything.

"He does this often?" I asked.

"Mr. Adriano is a very busy man."

"That's not what I asked."

She paused slightly. "He leaves when needed."

I scoffed. "Without saying a word?"

She didn't answer.

"Right," I muttered. "Figures."

"Melissa?"

I blinked, snapping back to the present.

"Yes, sir?"

"You're distracted."

"I'm sorry."

"Focus," he said firmly. "You'll need this knowledge in the field."

"I understand."

Class ended faster than I expected or maybe I just wasn't paying attention, and I was out of my seat before anyone could stop me.

"Hi, what can I get for you?"

I looked up at the counter. Aisha stood there with her usual bright smile.

"A coffee," I said. Aisha smiled wider.

"Coming right up."

She placed the cup in front of me a moment later. "Here you go."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," she said, still smiling like she always did, like nothing in the world could take that away from her.

I took my coffee and sat down, trying to clear my head, trying not to think or replay everything about last night.

"Breaking news this afternoon" My attention shifted to the TV without thinking.

"Adriano Rossi, the alleged crime figure long suspected of controlling major operations within the city, has been taken into custody earlier today"

My hand froze around the cup, the screen showed him in handcuffs, surrounded by officers, he was calm and unbothered, like none of it mattered.

"Oh my God, that's him," one girl gasped from the next table.

"Wait-that's Adriano Rossi?" another leaned forward. "He's even hotter than I imagined."

"Are you serious right now?" a third whispered. "That man is dangerous."

"Dangerous and fine," the first girl said quickly. "Look at him, he doesn't even look scared."

"He looks like he owns the place,"

someone else added.

"I heard he runs half the city."

"They call him the Devil."

"And I still wouldn't mind fucking him"

"Girl! He is a killer"

"What? I'm just saying!"

Their laughter filled the space, light and careless, like they were talking about a celebrity instead of someone who could destroy lives without blinking.

I couldn't breathe, because all I could see was him, the man from last night, the one who looked at me like I was the only thing in the room, the one who left me in his bed without a word, I can't believe I gave my virginity to a killer

"No..." I whispered.

Everything started making sense, the house, the silence, the way people moved around him, the way he spoke, the man I couldn't stop thinking about was the most dangerous man in the city and I had no idea what that meant for me, because the truth was right there on the screen.

Adriano Rossi, the most dangerous man in the city, and somehow I had spent the night in his world.