LOGINRated 18 "Uh... ahh," my moan echoed in the bedroom. "That's it," Lucian murmured against my ear, his grip tightening on my waist. "Let me hear you." I arched beneath him, my fingers twisting in the sheets. He moved slowly at first — deliberate, controlled — each thrust deeper than the last, like he was memorizing the shape of me. "Look at me," he said. I opened my eyes. His were dark, locked on mine, and the intensity of it stole my breath. "You're mine," he said, his voice low and rough. "Say it." "I'm yours." "Again." "I'm yours, Lucian." He kissed me then — hard, hungry — and his rhythm shifted, faster, rougher, driving me toward the edge until I broke apart beneath him with his name on my lips. He is her father’s best friend, a powerful and intimidating businessman who has been part of her life for as long as she can remember. To Lucian, Mirabella is simply the daughter of his closest friend—a young woman he has a responsibility to protect. Lucian knows exactly why he should stay away from her. Mirabella knows her feelings could destroy the trust between their families. Yet the closer they become, the harder it is to deny the connection growing between them. With family loyalty standing between them and a relationship that could cost them everything, Mirabella must decide whether to walk away from the man she has fallen for—or risk breaking every rule to be with him.
View MoreI stared at him, my breath hitching. Stay? The word echoed inside my head like a warning bell. God, I wanted to. That was the most terrifying part of all. A small, reckless part of me wanted to forget the entire world outside the walls of his penthouse. I wanted to forget my morals, my responsibilities, and just stay right here, tangled in his sheets. But reality always found a way to crash back in. "My parents are waiting for me," I whispered, trying to pull back, though my body betrayed me by leaning into his touch. Lucien's expression softened, a rare, devastating look on a man usually so calculated. "They know you're here, Bella." "I know." "So there's nothing to worry about." "There is," I choked out, the guilt finally clawing its way up my throat. His dark brows drew together in confusion, and I forced the truth out before I lost my nerve. "My father trusts you." The words came out barely above a whisper, but they hit the room like a thunderclap. Lucien went completely
I woke to the smell of him. Sandalwood. Cedar. Something warm and masculine that wrapped around me like a second skin. For a moment, I didn't open my eyes. I just lay there, suspended in that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness, remembering. The library. The firelight. His mouth on mine. His hands in my hair. The way he'd whispered my name like a prayer. Bella. My eyes flew open. I was in a bed—not the guest room he'd shown me earlier, but somewhere else. Somewhere larger. The sheets were silk, deep charcoal gray, and the morning light filtered through floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked manicured gardens. I sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to my chest. I was naked. Oh God. Fragments of the night before came flooding back. The risotto. The confession. The tears. The library. The way he'd lifted me onto his desk like I weighed nothing. The way he'd looked at me—like I was something precious, something he'd been starving for. I pressed my fingers to my li
His mouth left mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat. His teeth scraped against my collarbone, and I arched into him, a needy sound escaping my lips. "You're so responsive," he murmured against my skin. "So beautiful, so pretty" I moaned in capable of words. His hands found the hem of my dress, fingers hooking beneath the delicate lace. He pulled it up slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine. The cool air hit my heated skin, and I shivered—but not from the cold. "Arms up." I obeyed without hesitation. He tugged the dress over my head and tossed it aside. I sat there in nothing but a pale pink lace bra and matching panties, suddenly self-conscious under his burning gaze. "Fuck," he breathed, stepping back to look at me. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined." His eyes raked over my body like a physical touch, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My nipples peaked against the lace, hard and aching for attention. "Lucien…" I squirmed under his sc
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. His words hung in the air between us, heavy and electric. "Forget him?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. Lucien leaned back slightly, giving me space but never breaking eye contact. He was giving me an out. A chance to laugh it off, to retreat back into the safety of my complicated relationship with Jake. But God, I didn't want to. "How would you even do that?" I asked, surprising myself with the boldness in my voice. He reached for my hand, his fingers brushing against my knuckles before turning it palm up. He traced a lazy circle in the center of my palm, and I felt it everywhere—a direct line from his touch to the ache building low in my belly. "You've been with him for what? Two years?" Lucien continued, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "And in all that time, has he ever made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the room?" My silence was answer enough. "Has he ever looked at you the way I'm looking at you right now












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