...ADELINE I stood in front of the small house which was supposed to be my home. I stood there not caring about the rain pouring on me. I was cold and drenched , soaking in water but nothing could be compared to what I was feeling right now. It had been two years since my father passed away. The man I truly loved and the man I was proud of. I was his princess and he was my everything. The best father I could ever imagine. The cool dad I could ever have. It was already late night and I wanted to spend this away alone. I did not want anyone to interrupt me or come in my memories with my father. I was also aware that my family would be searching for me but I also knew, no one was aware of this place. It was a secret between me and my dad. He gifted me this place on my sixteenth birthday and we would always come here on my every birthday till last year. I took a deep breath and walked towards the front door. Unlocking it with my fingerprint, I stepped inside as the whole house li
...ADELINE I could feel his intense dangerous gaze on me making me tremble in shame and fear. My hand reached out and grabbed the duvets and pulled them covering my body. He stood there with no expression but darkness radiated from his aura. I was so ashamed caught like this that I could not lift my gaze to look at him. My heart was pounding in my chest like a drum. My face was flushed and I tried to cover my body not wanting any inch to be seen. Suddenly, I felt him walking towards me and I closed my eyes ready to get the worst scolding and embarrassment. “ w-why are you-you here? “The words escaped my lips as soon as I felt him next to the bed. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed his fists clenched tightly making me close my eyes once again tightly. I was scared of the reaction and I couldn’t not predict anything either. “ I-I am s-sorry- I just- ““ do you have any idea how worried everyone is? “I opened my eyes and slowly looked up at him and now I could see very clearl
...LUCIANO The fuck did I just do. I cursed at myself as I looked at the fragile figure passed out from exhaustion. Her dark brown naturally wavy long hairs sticking to her body like a piece of art. Her chest heaved up and down and my eyes travelled from her neck to the perfect size of those mountains and the erect nipples wanting to be pinched so badly. I clenched my fists as my eyes dropped to her waist and the curve of her hips making me want to take her right now but I had to control. She was my late best friend’s daughter who was only nineteen and I was twice the age of hers. I was her uncle. Lastly, my eyes dropped to the mess she created in between her legs and I closed my eyes, gulping down the lump formed in my throat. I was Lucian Morelli. A man who was aware of his needs and wants. Who knew when to control himself but at this moment, It was getting hard. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before feeling my cock twitching inside my pants. I knew she was not i
...ADELINE Luciano’s words roamed in my mind. He had my mind occupied and I couldn’t seem to focus on any other thing. Currently, I was sitting in the backseat of his car, next to him on our way back home.I let out a soft sigh and looked at my hands in my lap and from the corner of my eyes, I watched him. His hand resting on his thigh and my cheeks flushed thinking of where those fingers were last night. I closed my eyes and squeezed my thighs still feeling the tingles in between my thighs and it made me imagine all the dirty things he’d do to me with just those fingers. Soon, the car ride came to a stop and soon my side of the door was opened. I stepped out and my eyes fell on the person walking towards us. Christian Russo, Luciano’s best friend and his manager, a man who stays with him 24/7. He looked at me as I blinked nervously before stepping aside. I was not a social person and was not good with people of opposite gender. I always felt so intimidated and shy whenever I
. . . LUCIANO “ why do you look so lost ? “ Christian looked at me making me snap out of my thoughts. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. How could I tell him that Adeline had been on my mind since that fucking night. I looked at him not believing myself that I was mind fucking my best friend’s daughter who’s my own niece’s age even a year younger. Fuck me. I rubbed my hand over my face as Christian now sat up, his full attention on me. “ Adeline “ As soon as her name escaped my lips, I could feel my pants tightening making me gulp the lump formed in my throat. She was intoxicating me and just her name got me so hard. I could still feel her warm soft skin against my rough hands. She drove me crazy just by her thoughts and the image of her legs parted and my hand buried made me want to make her scream again. “ something seems out of control “ Christian’s words made me look at him and it was true. My thoughts for Adeline were getting out of control.
. . . ADELINE A gasp escaped my lips as he bent down and his face just inches away from my boobs. My eyes widened slightly and a whimper escaped my lips as I felt his hot breath fanning my hard nipples. “ so pretty “ He whispered in his deep raspy voice making me hold back my moan as I felt his warm mouth caging my sensitive bud. His tongue rolled over my bud making me whimper loudly as my arms unknowingly moved up to his neck and wrap around it. “ o-ohh fuck- “ I gasped and spread my legs to give him more access to be comfortable on top of me and I felt his hardened bulge against my clothed pussy making me grind my hips for some friction. He sucked, licked and bit my nipples, playing with them making me shiver under him. It all felt too much to handle at once. He suddenly grabbed the waistband of my trouser and pulled them down Getty rid of them instantly. Suddenly, a shriek escaped my lips before I quickly covered my mouth with the back of my palm when he p
. . . ADELINE I closed my eyes in frustration and shame. I remembered what me and Luciano did last night but the look on Christian’s face after finding us …… made my heart to thump badly. I did not know what was gonna happen. If he was gonna tell everyone or whatsoever. I closed my eyes and cursed at myself for drinking and losing control when I KNEW I SHOULD NOT HAVE DRUNK. I looked at the time and sighed before quickly making my way towards the bathroom to get ready for the day. . I walked towards the door after adjusting my skirt before making my way downstairs. I swiftly moved towards the huge dining room where everyone was gathered. My heartbeat accelerated and my eyes scanned the room to find one specific person. He was nowhere to be seen. I gulped and watched as Aurora signaled me to join her. I let out a deep sigh and took a step forward when I ……… tripped on my own and gasped. My body leaned forward and I closed my eyes, ready to hug the floor when someon
. . . ADELINE Aurora pushed me down back on my chair as she cornered me in the now empty classroom. It was lunch break and all students had left but before I could, aurora had me cornered. I looked at her with confusion written all over my face but seeing the cheeky grin on her face made me …… realize where this was gonna go. “ aurora- “ “ tell me everything “ My eyes widened slightly at her words. Everything? Did she know about everything- everything me and Luciano did- “ i-its nothing- “ “ oh come on babe. Don’t be so shy. I mean we both share the same type of secret and we’re best friends. Like how cool “ She excitedly clapped her hands making me blink my eyes at her in disbelief. The fuck she thinks is so exciting about this. We both were in love with people who didn’t care about ‘love’. “ I never thought my uncle would be having you as his wife “ My eyes widened at her words and my cheeks flushed. Me as Luciano’s wife? The thought sent shivers down
. . . AUTHOR’S POV Adeline stepped inside the penthouse, the familiar scent of expensive leather and fine whiskey lingering in the air. The space was dimly lit, its modern, luxurious interior bathed in golden hues from the chandelier hanging above. Despite its elegance, there was something about this place that always felt cold, as if warmth never truly belonged here. She had barely taken a step forward when a blur of movement rushed toward her. “Adeline!” Before she could react, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Vladimir. His grip was firm, his breathing heavy as if he had been waiting for this moment for far too long. Adeline sighed softly, allowing herself to relax for a brief second. Despite everything—the bloodshed, the betrayal, the never-ending war—he was still her brother whom she needed to protect at any cost. “Where the hell have you been?” he demanded, his voice rough with concern, pulling back just enough to
. . . AUTHOR’S POV Luciano’s lips crashed against Adeline’s with raw hunger, his grip firm as he pulled her against him, molding her body to his. He kissed her like a man who had been starving for too long, like a man desperate to consume her, to remind her exactly who she belonged to. She melted into him, her fingers threading through his thick, dark hair, gripping it tightly as she kissed him back with everything she had. Her body was on fire, every nerve alive, every part of her attuned to him, to the way his hands roamed over her, mapping every inch of her skin like he was committing her to memory. Luciano growled low in his throat, shifting suddenly. Before she could even process what was happening, he grabbed her waist and lifted her onto his lap as if she weighed nothing, as if she were made of air. A soft gasp left her lips, her knees sinking into the plush mattress on either side of his thighs. She could feel his heat, his strength, the solid wall
. . . AUTHOR’S POV Adeline stirred, warmth cocooning her as she slowly blinked awake. The soft sheets clung to her bare skin, the lingering scent of him still embedded in them, wrapping around her like a second embrace. She exhaled quietly, stretching slightly before her gaze drifted toward the figure standing by the dresser. Luciano. He had just stepped out of the shower, his damp hair slicked back, water droplets clinging to the sharp angles of his face. Even freshly showered, he carried an edge of danger, his presence filling the room with something dark and possessive. He was already dressed—black tailored slacks, a crisp white button-down, the top two buttons left undone, exposing the hint of a tanned, sculpted chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing strong, veined hands as he adjusted the expensive watch on his wrist. Adeline watched him, too entranced to look away. The way he moved—slow, controlled, precise—made her stomach tigh
. . . AUTHOR’S POV The night was quiet, the only sound in the dimly lit bedroom was the slow, steady rhythm of Adeline’s breathing. She laid nestled in his arms, her soft body curled into him, utterly spent. Her head rested against his chest, her delicate fingers clutching at his skin even in sleep, as if she knew he was the only thing keeping her safe. Luciano held her close, his large hand splayed over the bare curve of her back, fingertips tracing slow, idle patterns against her skin. She was warm, his, and so completely unaware of the darkness lurking outside this bed. And that’s how he wanted it. His other hand rested on his phone, his sharp eyes scanning the PDF Christian had sent him. It was a detailed report on Charles—his movements, his associates, his recent business dealings. Every new paragraph made Luciano’s expression darken, his brows furrowing in cold calculation. He had expected Charles to make a move eventually, but what unsettled him
. . . AUTHOR’S POV Adeline’s entire body trembled as Luciano’s hands traced over her bare skin, his touch sending waves of fire through her veins. She wasn’t sure when or how she had ended up laid out on the kitchen counter, but at this point, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Her mind was hazy, her breath coming in uneven gasps as he teased her, his fingers barely skimming the sensitive skin of her thigh before retreating, leaving her desperate for more. Then, his lips followed. Soft at first, a mere whisper of warmth against her skin, but then his tongue flicked out, dragging in a slow, deliberate motion that had her arching involuntarily. The unexpected sensation tore a moan from her lips—loud, shameless. Her own voice startled her. Adeline’s eyes widened in horror as the sound echoed in the quiet space, her pulse hammering against her ribs. She slapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks burning as if she could somehow take it back. But it was too late.
. . . AUTHOR’S POV The golden morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft shadows across the bedroom. The air was thick with the remnants of last night—the faint scent of him lingering on the sheets, the warmth still trapped in the bed. Adeline sat there, her legs tucked under her, the fabric of his oversized shirt draping loosely over her petite frame. It was far too big for her, the sleeves slipping past her wrists, the collar falling slightly off one shoulder, exposing a hint of bare skin. She let out a soft yawn, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, still groggy from sleep. The bed beneath her was messy, the pillows indented from where they had laid, the blankets bunched up from their restless movements during the night. Her body ached in the best way possible, reminding her of everything that had transpired between them just hours ago. The sound of the bedroom door creaking open made her freeze. Luciano stepped inside, his t
. . . AUTHOR’S POV The night was still, wrapped in the quiet hum of their steady breaths. The flickering candlelight cast soft shadows on the walls, painting their intertwined bodies in a golden glow. The sheets were tangled, barely covering them, and the air carried the lingering warmth of their passion. Yet, in this moment, it wasn’t hunger or desperation that filled Luciano’s chest—it was something far deeper, something heavier. Adeline laid curled up, her bare back facing him, the duvet draped loosely around her waist, leaving the smooth expanse of her spine exposed to his gaze. She looked fragile like this, peaceful yet untouchably distant, her breath slow and steady, her body barely moving except for the slight rise and fall of her shoulders. Luciano propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes drinking in every detail—the way her hair spilled over the pillow, a few strands brushing against her cheek, the curve of her shoulder, the delicate dip of her lowe
. . . AUTHOR’S POV Luciano’s lips trailed lower, his breath warm against Adeline’s skin as he took his time exploring her, savoring every reaction, every shiver that ran through her body. His hands, firm yet gentle, slid down her sides, his fingertips grazing her soft skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Adeline’s breathing hitched as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Her fingers curled into the sheets, gripping them tightly as a soft whimper escaped her lips. Luciano’s dark eyes flicked up, watching her with a smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice deep, laced with satisfaction. Adeline swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Luciano…” she whispered, her voice breathless, filled with anticipation. He hummed against her skin, the vibration making her arch slightly. His hands pressed down on her th
. . . AUTHOR’S POV Luciano’s lips were relentless, his kisses deep and consuming as he carried Adeline toward the bedroom. He moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every second their mouths were connected, as if afraid she would disappear if he let go. His hands held her securely against him, fingers pressing into her back, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her clothes. Adeline’s fingers tangled in his thick, dark hair, pulling him closer, matching his intensity. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath uneven as she surrendered to the fire between them. She felt weightless in his arms, but at the same time, she felt grounded—completely and utterly present in this moment, in his touch, in his kiss. The bedroom door nudged open as Luciano stepped inside, the soft flickering candlelight casting a golden glow over the space. The room was small, intimate, with a bed covered in dark sheets that looked impossibly inviting. A few candles