Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Elena’s POV

The silver gates slid open, and the cab rolled into the driveway.

My heart pounded as I stepped out, clutching the torn paper in my hand.

Luka’s mansion rose before me, glass windows catching the sun like mirrors, polished floors shining through the wide-open doors.

He’ll save us, I told myself. He has to.

I climbed the marble steps, my legs weak but moving. I pushed the doors open, expecting the scent of cologne, the sound of his warm voice calling my name.

Instead…

I froze.

Right there, in the heart of his grand living room, Luka and Sofia tangled together in broad daylight. Curtains wide open, sunlight spilling across their bare, perfect bodies.

The air hummed with the raw rhythm of their bodies colliding skin slapping against skin in a primal cadence that echoed off the high ceilings.

Luka's broad shoulders flexed, muscles rippling under sweat-slicked skin as he drove into her with unrelenting force, each thrust deep and deliberate, pulling a guttural moan from her parted lips.

Sofia arched beneath him on the sprawling white rug, her lithe legs wrapped around his waist like vines claiming a tree, nails raking down his back in red trails that marked him as hers.

Her full breasts bounced with every powerful surge of his hips, nipples hardened peaks catching the golden light, while her fingers tangled in his dark hair, yanking him closer, urging him deeper.

"Oh, God, yes …harder, Luka," she gasped, her voice a husky rasp that cut through the room like smoke. He growled in response, low and animalistic, his hands gripping her thighs with bruising strength, spreading her wider as he pounded into her slick heat.

The wet sounds of their joining filled the space,flesh meeting flesh, her arousal coating him, glistening on his thick length as he withdrew just enough to slam back in, burying himself to the hilt.

Sofia's head lolled back, exposing the elegant curve of her throat, where a flush bloomed like wildfire. She bucked up to meet him, her hips grinding in frantic circles, chasing the friction that made her whimper and claw at the rug beneath them.

Sweat beaded on Luka's chiseled chest, trickling down the valleys of his abs as he shifted, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder to angle deeper, hitting that spot that made her cry out a sharp, keening sound that twisted pleasure and possession.

"Mine," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and ragged, teeth grazing her lobe before he captured her mouth in a devouring kiss.

Tongues battled, sloppy and fierce, as their bodies moved in savage harmony her walls clenching around him, milking every inch, while he rutted into her like a man starved, the couch nearby forgotten in their sprawl across the floor.

The scent of sex hung heavy, musky and intoxicating, mingling with the faint floral of her perfume. Sofia's laughter bubbled up between moans, breathless and triumphant, as she raked her nails across his scalp, pulling him from the kiss to nip at his jaw.

"Fuck me like you own me," she demanded, and he did thrusts turning brutal, hips snapping with a force that shook her entire frame, her body quivering on the edge, toes curling into the plush fibers.

He slowed for a torturous moment, dragging out the anticipation, his cock throbbing inside her as he rolled his hips in a slow, grinding circle that pressed against every sensitive ridge.

Sofia's eyes fluttered shut, a whine escaping her as she clutched at his biceps, her body trembling with the exquisite torment.

"Don't stop please," she begged, her voice breaking into a sob of need. Luka chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest into hers, and he obliged by picking up the pace again, but this time with teasing precision long, languid strokes that built the pressure coil-tight, only to pull back just as she teetered on release.

Her breaths came in shallow pants, chest heaving as she writhed beneath him, sweat-slick skin sliding against his in a friction that sparked like electricity.

He leaned down, capturing a nipple between his teeth, tugging gently before soothing it with his tongue, the dual assault making her arch off the rug with a cry that echoed raw and desperate.

Sofia's hands roamed greedily, tracing the hard lines of his back, dipping lower to grip his ass and pull him impossibly deeper, her heels digging into his thighs as if to anchor him there forever.

The room filled with their symphony of sounds her high-pitched gasps mingling with his deep grunts, the slick slide of bodies, the occasional slap of flesh that punctuated the air like a heartbeat.

Luka's fingers found her clit, circling it with rough, insistent pressure that had her shattering around him, walls fluttering in violent spasms as her orgasm ripped through her.

She screamed his name, body convulsing, nails drawing fresh blood from his shoulders in her ecstasy. But he didn't stop, chasing his own peak with renewed ferocity, pounding through her aftershocks until his rhythm faltered, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as he spilled inside her, hot and endless, their bodies locked in shuddering union.

Yet even as they came down, panting and entwined, Luka's hunger wasn't sated. He rolled them over with effortless strength, positioning Sofia astride him, her thighs straddling his hips as she sank down onto his still-hard length, a fresh moan spilling from her lips at the renewed fullness.

The sunlight bathed her in a halo, highlighting the sheen of sweat on her curves, the way her dark hair cascaded wildly over her shoulders. She rode him with abandon, hands braced on his chest for leverage, hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm that ground her clit against his pelvis with every descent.

Luka's hands roamed up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts before cupping them fully, squeezing as he thrust up to meet her, the impact sending jolts of pleasure through them both.

"That's it, ride me," he commanded, voice gravelly with lust, eyes locked on hers with possessive fire.

Sofia threw her head back, a throaty laugh escaping as she picked up speed, bouncing harder, her ass slapping against his thighs in a lewd percussion.

The rug bunched beneath them from their earlier frenzy, but neither cared; the world narrowed to the slick glide of him inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the floor beside his head, changing the angle so he hit even deeper, her breaths hitching into whimpers with each grind.

Luka sat up slightly, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her flush against him, his free hand tangling in her hair to yank her head back, exposing her neck for his mouth. He latched on, sucking a mark into her skin dark and blooming like a brand while his other hand guided her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he bucked up wildly, chasing the building tension anew.

Their kisses turned frantic again, all teeth and tongue, Sofia biting his lower lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood, which she licked away with a wicked grin.

"More," she demanded against his mouth, and he gave it, flipping her onto her hands and knees without pulling out, the sudden shift making her gasp.

From behind, he gripped her hips like handles, slamming into her with punishing force, the new position allowing him to go impossibly deeper, his balls slapping against her with every thrust.

Sofia pushed back eagerly, meeting him stroke for stroke, her fingers curling into the rug as waves of pleasure built once more. The air thickened with their mingled cries hers high and pleading, his low and commanding the scent of their arousal so potent it clung to everything.

Luka reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit again, rubbing in tight circles that had her crumbling, her second climax crashing over her like a storm, body seizing as she sobbed out his name.

He followed soon after, burying himself deep one final time, groaning as he emptied into her again, their bodies slick and spent, collapsing in a heap of limbs and labored breaths.

Sofia turned in his arms, pressing lazy kisses to his jaw, her hand tracing idle patterns on his chest as they basked in the afterglow, utterly unashamed under the relentless sun.

Their rhythm built to a fever pitch, bodies glistening, breaths syncing in ragged harmony until my intrusion shattered it.

My stomach twisted. My throat burned. The floor spun under me.

“No…” The word escaped me before I realized.

And then it broke.

“LUKAAAAA!”

My scream cracked the air like thunder. They turned calmly, slowly as though I were some madwoman who had wandered into their paradise. Their eyes didn’t carry guilt, only annoyance.

I stumbled forward, tears blinding me. “What are you doing? Luka, why are you… why are you cheating on me?”

He sneered, lips curling into something cruel.

“Cheating?” His voice was cold, smooth as glass.

“I’m not cheating on you, Elena. I’m making love to my wife.”

My heart shattered. The ring on my finger suddenly felt heavy. I twisted it, blinking in disbelief. “Wife?” I whispered.

Sofia leaned up against him, her smile sharp as a knife.

“Yes, you heard him right.” She held up her hand, flashing a thin golden band that glimmered in the light.

“We had our court wedding yesterday. So sorry you weren’t invited.”

I staggered back, shaking my head. “No… no, this can’t be real.”

Sofia’s laughter was sweet and poisonous. “Oh, it’s real. And tell me, Elena, what would a handsome man like Luka be doing with a criminal’s daughter? Do you want to ruin his image? Taint his name? Please.”

Her voice dropped into a mocking whisper. “You should leave. Right now. Or we’ll have you arrested… and you can join your father in prison. Because honestly, with the way you’re standing there, it almost looks like this is your family house.”

The words hit like daggers, but rage surged through the pain, hot and unyielding. I lunged forward, pointing a trembling finger at her.

“You lying snake! You gold-digging whore, spreading your legs for a quick ring and a fat check. You think you can just slither into my life and steal him? You're nothing but a desperate tramp, clinging to his money like the trash you are. Get off him, you filthy bitch!”

Sofia's eyes widened for a split second, then narrowed with venom.

“Oh, honey, are you jealous much? At least I don't come from a family of crooks and liars. You're the one who's trash born in filth, raised in shame. Luka deserves better than your pathetic, daddy-issued baggage.”

“Shut your mouth, you conniving slut!” I spat back, my voice rising. “I've loved him longer than you've even known his name. You're just a cheap fuck-toy he’ll toss aside when he’s bored. Bitch, keep quiet let me hear from my man!”

Luka's face darkened like a storm cloud. In a blur of motion, he rose from the rug, naked and unashamed, his hand cracking across my cheek with a dirty slap that echoed like a gunshot.

The sting exploded across my skin, my head snapping to the side, stars bursting in my vision as I tasted blood.

“Don’t you dare call my wife a bitch,” he snarled, voice laced with ice and fury, towering over me like a god of wrath.

She tilted her head, smirking as if the words tasted sweet on her tongue.

My world collapsed.