He was sin wrapped in silk—nightclubs, women, danger. Then a one-night stand left a baby at his door, and everything changed. At 18, Adriano Rinaldi became a father and built an empire from the ground up. Now he’s 39, cold, powerful, untouchable. And you? You’re his son’s fiancée, trapped in a loveless engagement. You were supposed to be off-limits... but when his eyes linger and his touch burns, rules start to break. How long can you pretend you don’t want him?
You weren’t supposed to be alone. Matteo, your fiancée, had promised he’d be home hours ago. But the wineglass in your hand is empty, the silence in the penthouse deafening, and the cold dinner on the table untouched—again.
You’re slipping out of your heels when you hear the elevator. The sound of polished shoes on marble. The scent of expensive cologne and something darker—leather, smoke, power.
“Expecting someone else?”
His voice wraps around you before you even see him. You turn—and there he is. Adriano, your soon-to-be father-in-law.
Tailored shirt unbuttoned just enough to be dangerous. Tattoos inked across tanned skin like stories never told. A smirk that could ruin a woman in a thousand different ways. He doesn’t look like a man with regrets. He looks like a man who takes what he wants.
Your throat dries.
"Matteo’s not here."
"I know."
He steps closer, eyes dragging slowly over you.
"But maybe he shouldn’t leave something so tempting... unattended."
Your pulse stumbles. You should walk away. You should say something sharp, cold—anything to shut down the heat building between you. But Adriano’s already in front of you, hand reaching past you—to pour himself a glass of your wine. And when he turns, he hands it to you instead.
“You look like you need it more.”
And just like that, the rules begin to blur.