CHAPTER 43ADRIENI was still shaking.My thighs burned, my whole body buzzing with the aftershocks, the stretch, the fullness. My chest was pressed to his, heartbeat wild, sweat cooling on my back.He’d just come. And I thought we were done.I was wrong.Luca’s hands moved. One wrapped around my waist, the other to the back of my neck—and then, suddenly—He flipped us.I gasped, the air knocked from me as my back hit the sheets and he straddled me.“W-what—Luca—?”He didn’t answer.I felt it—him—still hard inside me. And worse, I felt it when he reached down, gripped the base, and pulled the condom off.My eyes widened.“Wait—” I breathed, voice cracking.But his hands were already on my hips, pulling me up, guiding me down bare.Bare.“Luca,” I whispered, trembling. “You—what are you—?”“Shh,” he said hoarsely, dragging me forward until I was seated on him again, fully, raw, too much.He was still so fucking big.I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. I just clutched his shoulders, hea
CHAPTER 42LUCADio mio. His fucking mouth.He was on his knees, one hand braced on my thigh, the other curled around the base of my cock like he owned it. Like he knew it better than I did. Adrien had that look again, the one I’d been seeing more and more since he started pretending he was fine. That smug, infuriating look—his lips slick, eyes dark, chin tilted up like he was in control.And I let him think he was.Because holy fuck, I was seconds away from falling apart.“Putain...” I hissed through clenched teeth, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk behind me so hard it creaked. “Bocchino perfetto... cazzo.”He pulled back slow, teasing, his tongue flicking at the slit, then sucked the tip back into his mouth, eyes never leaving mine. The eye contact was obscene. So deliberate. He knew what he was doing. Knew I liked it filthy and raw.And fuck if I didn’t want to grab him by that perfect hair and fuck into his throat.But I didn’t. I couldn’t.“Don’t look at me like that,” I
CHAPTER 41ADRIEN “You’ve been playing with fire,” Damon muttered as we got back from the office. “One day he’s gonna burn.”I smiled and leaned back against the elevator wall. “I think I already did.”The doors opened. I walked out before he could say anything else. I knew Luca would follow. He always did.I made it halfway to the stairs when I heard the voice.“Adrien.”I paused. Kept my back to him. “Yes, sir?”“Study. Now.”Ah. So the ice finally cracked.I didn’t say a word—just turned and headed there, calm as ever, heart hammering like a fucking jackhammer in my chest.The study door shut behind us with a quiet click, and I leaned against the desk, arms crossed, casual.He stood there, jaw clenched, tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled. Still immaculate, but barely holding it together.“You think this is a game?” he asked.“I know it is,” I said, smiling lazily. “And you’re playing too.”“You’re baiting me in front of Alexis.”“She’s boring. And fake. I like when you look like y
CHAPTER 40LUCA"He's already at his desk."I paused, one foot in my office, the other still in the hallway. I turned to Liana, who was watching me like she had something on her mind."Adrien?" I asked.She nodded. “Been here since before I arrived.”I frowned. “What’s he doing?”“Organizing files. The ones you told him to leave for later.”Of course he was.I walked into the office, tugged off my coat, and set my briefcase on the desk. The schedule was packed. I made it that way. Meetings, contracts, revisions, summaries—some of it real, some of it pure filler meant to test him.And yet, when I glanced into the adjacent room through the glass divider, Adrien was typing like a machine. Posture perfect, face calm, mouth slightly curved in that aggravating little smile that said you don’t scare me.He looked up. Met my gaze through the glass.And smiled wider.I turned away before I smashed something.“Print these, cross-check with the Japanese team, and reformat the August proposal for
CHAPTER 39ADRIEN“You should be nicer to Damon,” I said casually, twirling a spoon in my coffee as Damon walked past behind Luca. “He’s the only one in this house with a functioning sense of humor.”Luca didn’t respond. Just flipped a page of his paper with too much force. That sharp rustle was the closest he’d come to slapping me across the face.Damon chuckled. “What did I do this time?”“You exist,” I said sweetly.He shot me a look, then tossed an almond at my head.I ducked with a grin, catching it midair and tossing it in my mouth. “Ten points to Damon.”Luca finally looked up. “Do you plan on working today?”“Are you planning to keep frowning until your forehead folds in half?”“Adrien.”I stood up, walked to him slowly, deliberately, trailing fingers over the back of his chair. I leaned down, letting my breath tickle his ear, and whispered, “You want me to behave, Luca? Tie me up next time.”He tensed. Completely froze. Damon choked on his orange juice.Then I straightened, p
CHAPTER 38ADRIENThe light stabbed through the window like a knife through my skull.I groaned, pressing a palm to my forehead, hoping to massage the pain away. My head was pounding, my throat dry like I’d been screaming in my sleep. I glanced at the clock. 8:16 AM. I hadn’t meant to sleep in. I hadn’t even meant to fall asleep.The last thing I remembered was Matteo’s arms around me. And silence.I dragged myself out of bed, feet heavy against the marble floor as I moved toward the bathroom. Cold water. That’s all I needed. Just cold water and—A laugh echoed from downstairs. Light, airy.Something about it made my spine lock up.I stood still in the doorway, my hand frozen on the bathroom tap. That laugh. I’d heard it before. I dressed quickly. A hoodie. Jeans. Didn’t bother brushing my hair. My hands were shaking.I found them all in the dining room. Luca, stone-faced. Damon next to him. Matteo was serving eggs.And then her.Alexis.She was sitting in my seat. Laughing at someth