

Sins Of Temptation
Excel Arthur · Ongoing · 43.7k Words
Introduction
Nineteen-year-old Aria Moretti returns from university a woman—curves in all the right places, storm-grey eyes that promise sin, and a dangerous obsession with the one man she can never have.
Dominic Romano is forty, lethal, and her father's most trusted enforcer. He's spent years fighting his attraction to his best friend's daughter. But when he becomes her bodyguard for one explosive summer, his iron control begins to crack.
Every stolen glance burns. Every "accidental" touch ignites. Every whispered conversation in the dark pushes them closer to the edge of no return.
When Aria's enemies strike, Dominic will unleash hell to save her—even if it means betraying the only family he's ever known. Because some love is worth burning the world down for.
But in a world of blood and bullets, can forbidden love survive? Or will their sins destroy them both?
A dark mafia romance with a morally gray hero, a fearless heroine who knows what she wants, and enough heat to melt your kindle. Not for the faint of heart.
Age gap • Forbidden love • Protective hero • Steamy scenes • HEA guaranteed
Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Return of the Storm
The black Town Car glides through the wrought iron gates like a whisper of silk against steel, its tires crunching softly on the pristine gravel driveway. Aria Valentina Moretti presses her palm against the cool window, watching the familiar Mediterranean-style mansion emerge from behind towering cypress trees. Home. The word tastes different on her tongue now—sweeter, more complex, tinged with anticipation that makes her pulse quicken.
Nine months. Nine months since she left for university as Daddy's little princess, all sweet smiles and innocent laughter. Nine months of discovering herself in ways that would make her father's blood run cold. Nine months of becoming a woman who knows exactly what she wants.
And what she wants is waiting somewhere inside those cream-colored walls.
The driver, Roberto—a man who's been with the Moretti family since before she was born—catches her eye in the rearview mirror. His weathered face creases into a genuine smile. "Welcome home, Miss Aria. Your father, he's been counting the days."
"Has he?" The question falls from her lips like honey, slow and deliberate. She runs her fingers through the midnight waves of her hair, letting them cascade over her shoulder. The simple gesture feels different now, intentional. Everything about her feels intentional these days.
The car stops beneath the grand portico, where massive stone columns stand sentinel against the California sun. Aria takes a breath, tasting the familiar blend of ocean salt and jasmine that has always meant home. But today, there's something else in the air—electricity, possibility, the metallic tang of change.
Roberto opens her door, offering his hand with old-world courtesy. She accepts it gracefully, her designer heels clicking against the marble steps with a rhythm that sounds almost like a heartbeat. The red silk dress she chose for this homecoming skims her curves like liquid fire, its neckline daring without being obvious. She knows exactly how she looks. She planned it that way.
"Miss Aria?" Roberto's voice carries a note of concern. "Are you feeling well? You seem... different."
Different. If only he knew how different. She turns to him with a smile that would make angels weep and devils kneel. "I'm perfectly fine, Roberto. Better than fine, actually. I'm finally exactly who I'm supposed to be."
The front doors swing open before she can reach them, revealing Maria, the head housekeeper whose warm brown eyes have watched Aria grow up. But those same eyes now widen with something between admiration and alarm as they take in the vision before them.
"Dios mío," Maria breathes, crossing herself reflexively. "Little Aria? Is that really you?"
"It's me, Maria." Aria steps forward and embraces the older woman, inhaling the comforting scents of vanilla and cinnamon that always cling to her clothes. But even this innocent gesture feels charged somehow, as if her very presence has shifted the atmosphere of the house. "I've missed you so much."
Maria holds her at arm's length, studying her with sharp eyes that miss nothing. "You've... grown up." The words carry weight, as if Maria can see straight through to the restless hunger that's been eating at Aria's soul for months. "Your father, he's in his study. He's been pacing like a caged lion all morning."
The mention of her father sends a thrill of anticipation down Aria's spine. She's been dreaming of this moment, planning it, rehearsing it in her mind until every word and gesture is perfect. But it's not her father's reaction she's most eager to see.
"And Dominic?" The name escapes her lips before she can stop it, breathy and urgent. "Is he here?"
Maria's eyebrows rise fractionally. "Señor Romano is in meetings with your father. They've been working since dawn." She pauses, her gaze sharpening. "Why do you ask about him specifically?"
Aria feels heat bloom in her cheeks, but she doesn't look away. She's done hiding, done pretending to be something she's not. "No reason. I just... I wondered if everyone was here for my homecoming."
The lie tastes bitter, but it's necessary. For now.
Her heels echo through the marble foyer as she makes her way toward her father's study, each step a declaration of intent. The house feels smaller somehow, as if her expanded presence has compressed the very air around her. Family portraits line the walls—three generations of Moretti men and their women, all beautiful, all powerful, all playing by rules that Aria has decided no longer apply to her.
She pauses before the massive oak doors of her father's study, her hand hovering over the brass handle. Through the thick wood, she can hear the low rumble of masculine voices, speaking in rapid Italian. Her father's voice, familiar and commanding. And underneath it, like dark chocolate melting over her skin, the voice that has haunted her dreams for nine long months.
Dominic.
Her breath catches as she remembers the last time she saw him—the way his ice-blue eyes had lingered on her face just a heartbeat too long, the way his jaw had tightened when she'd hugged him goodbye. She'd been seventeen then, still caught between childhood and whatever comes after. But she'd seen something flicker in his expression, something hot and forbidden that had planted a seed in her chest.
That seed has been growing ever since, fed by late-night fantasies and the bone-deep certainty that what she felt wasn't one-sided. Dominic Romano wants her. She can taste it in the air between them, feel it in the careful way he's always maintained distance. Men don't work so hard to avoid something they don't want.
The voices inside grow louder, more animated. She catches fragments—something about shipments and territory, the kind of business that officially doesn't exist but pays for everything beautiful in her life. It's a world she's been sheltered from, protected from, but she's not naive. She knows what her father is, what Dominic is. The danger only makes them more intoxicating.
Aria straightens her shoulders, runs her tongue across her lower lip, and knocks.
"Avanti," her father's voice calls, rich with authority.
She opens the door and steps into the masculine sanctuary that has always been Vincenzo Moretti's domain. Dark wood paneling, leather-bound books, the subtle scent of Cuban cigars and expensive scotch. But her attention fixes immediately on the two men standing beside the massive mahogany desk.
Her father turns first, and she watches his face transform. Vincenzo Moretti is a man who commands respect from senators and street soldiers alike, but in this moment, he looks like any father seeing his little girl grown up. His steel-gray eyes soften, then widen, then narrow with something that might be concern.
"Madonna mia," he breathes, setting down his crystal tumbler with unsteady hands. "Aria? My God, sweetheart, look at you."
But Aria barely hears him. Her entire being is focused on the man standing in the shadows beside the window, the man whose very presence seems to pull all the oxygen from the room. Dominic Romano turns slowly, as if he knows what's coming, as if he's been bracing himself for this moment.
When their eyes meet, the world stops.
He's exactly as she remembered and nothing like she remembered all at once. Taller than her father at six-foot-four, with shoulders that could carry the weight of empires. His dark hair is shorter now, silvered at the temples in a way that makes her stomach flutter. Those devastating blue eyes that have lived in her dreams sweep over her face, then down her body, then snap back up as if he's been burned.
His jaw clenches. His hands ball into fists at his sides. And for just a moment—one perfect, crystalline moment—she sees everything she's hoped for blazing in his expression before he slams his mask back into place.
"Aria." Her name falls from his lips like a prayer and a curse combined, rough with an emotion he's fighting to contain. "You're... different."
The same word Roberto used, but when Dominic says it, it sounds like a warning.
She smiles then, slow and deliberate, letting him see exactly how different she's become. "Hello, Dominic. Did you miss me?"
The question hangs in the air between them like a lit fuse, dangerous and inevitable. Her father is saying something about university and how proud he is, but the words fade into background noise. There's only this moment, this recognition, this acknowledgment of the fire that's been burning between them for longer than either wants to admit.
Dominic's throat works as he swallows hard. When he speaks, his voice is carefully neutral, professionally distant. But his eyes... his eyes tell a different story entirely.
"Welcome home, Aria. I hope your studies went well."
Such proper words. Such careful distance. Such beautiful, obvious lies.
Aria takes a step closer, close enough to catch the subtle scent of his cologne—sandalwood and cedar and something uniquely him that makes her pulse race. Close enough to see the way his breathing has gone shallow, the way his knuckles have gone white.
"Oh, they did," she says softly, her voice pitched low enough that only he can hear. "I learned so many... interesting things. I can't wait to show you."
The promise in her words is unmistakable. The intent is crystal clear. The game, she realizes with delicious certainty, has officially begun.
And judging by the way Dominic's careful mask slips for just an instant—revealing hunger so raw it takes her breath away—she's not the only one ready to play.
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