CHAPTER 1: THE SIN
I woke up in another man’s bed.
Not just any man.
My husband’s worst enemy.
Panic crashed over me as I sat up, clutching the silk sheets to my naked body while my heart pounded.
My head was foggy, my limbs sore, and the taste of last night’s sin was still on my tongue.
The room wasn’t dim but it wasn’t all that bright either.
Luxury and wealth was painted everywhere but all I could smell was the scent of whiskey, cologne, and sex.
I took a good look at the discarded clothes scattered all over the floor of the bed, then felt my neck for the bite marks.
And my stomach twisted.
Oh God.
This wasn’t a nightmare.
I’d slept with Dante Romano.
The name alone was like ice going through my veins.
Dante was everything my husband hated— his rival in business, his greatest enemy.
And last night… I let him own me.
A deep, masculine chuckle cut through my thoughts, catching my breath as well.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, sweetheart.”
I turned to him.
He was sitting at the edge of the bed, shirtless, with his muscles flexing under his golden skin, making me follow the path of the dark ink snaking over his arms.
Dante Romano.
The devil himself.
His dark eyes roamed over me, slowly without any hint of shame, as if he was memorising every inch of my body.
And I felt cautious, especially, since he’s gaze made me feel like he was still inside me.
“You regret it?” he asked.
I swallowed even though my throat was dry.
Did I?
Then the memories hit me all at once.
The bar. The tequila.
The way his hands burned through my dress, his mouth crashing against mine with fervor like he wanted him so badly.
The way I let him take me to him penthouse and pin me to his bed.
How his hands gripped my waist, how his mouth whispered filthy things against my throat.
I should regret it.
But all I could feel was the ghost of his touch.
Then I snapped out of it and shoved the sheets away, reaching for my dress on the floor.
There was no need covering myself up, he had already seen everything.
“This never happened.”
Dante chuckled, watching me struggle with the zipper of my dress without making any move to help me.
“Sweetheart, I had you screaming my name last night. It definitely happened.”
My face burned. Bastard.
I ignored him, grabbed my purse, and bolted toward the door.
But just as my fingers curled around the handle, a strong arm caged me in.
Dante’s body pressed against my back, hard, hot, and completely unapologetic.
His breath ghosted against my ear, sending a traitorous shiver down my spine; I couldn’t help it.
“Running away, Mrs. Calloway?” he murmured.
Hearing that made me stiffen.
That name.
My husband’s name.
His lips brushed my ear, almost teasing.
“What do you think Adrian will do when he finds out his perfect little wife was moaning for me last night?”
I exhaled too quickly, pushing away from him.
“He’ll never find out.”
Dante only smirked, “Oh, sweetheart. You’re naive if you think secrets exist in my world.”
Before he could say another word that sounded like a threat, I stormed out of the room.
But as I slipped into the elevator with my fingers trembling as I pressed the button for the ground floor, my heart sank.
My own brain reminded me who exactly I just had an affair with.
Dante Romano wasn’t just any man.
He was dangerous. Powerful. A man who played games for his pleasure.
I just didn’t know I had made myself his favourite one.
