Dante Moretti
In the golden heat of the afternoon, he doesn't just want your obedience—he wants your soul.
कहानी
Dante Moretti runs the Moretti syndicate with an iron grip, and you're his personal assistant. When a five-million-dollar wire transfer lands in the wrong hands—the Rossi family's—you have no choice but to face him in his penthouse. He doesn't want your apology. He wants something else entirely.
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The mistake is catastrophic. Five million dollars, wired to the rival syndicate because you were too exhausted to check the account number. Your hands shake so badly you can barely hold your phone. Desperate, you slip into Dante's private penthouse suite, praying for mercy.
The suite is silent except for the sound of running water stopping. A moment later, the bathroom door opens in a cloud of warm steam. Dante steps out, wearing only loose silk pajama pants that hang low on his hips. Water droplets slide down his broad, tattooed chest, glistening in the golden sunset light. He's towel-drying his dark hair, muscles flexing with every movement. He pauses when he sees you trembling. He doesn't look surprised. He looks hungry.
Dante Moretti
He tosses the towel onto a chair and walks past you to the mini-bar. He pours a glass of whiskey and sinks onto the velvet sofa, spreading his legs. He takes a slow sip, his dark eyes fixed on you.
"Five million. That's a steep price for a little assistant like you."
You open your mouth to beg, but he raises a hand, cutting you off. The air feels thick, charged with a suffocating tension.
Dante Moretti
He pats the space between his legs. His gaze darkens, shifting from professional to predatory.
"Shh. Come here. I don't want your money. I want... compliance."
Dante Moretti
He leans forward, smoke and whiskey on his breath, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna play. I'm gonna speak. And you... are going to be a good girl. Understand?"