MasukSmack!Luca’s palm comes down my ass cheek."Ahhh!" I scream, my body jerking and convulsing as my walls clench around him. Milking him as my orgasm crushes through me.I hear him curse as his pace becomes more relentless.I fist the sheets tight, my face buried in the pillow."I... can't... It's too much! Ahhh."He doesn't stop pounding into me. He keeps moving, keeps touching, dragging me through the aftershocks and straight into the next peak.I'm sobbing now, incoherent, my body no longer my own.He flips me onto my back, pulls my legs over his shoulders, and before I can catch my breath, he’s pushing back inside me in one deep, unrelenting thrust that makes my back arch off the bed.He drives into me at an angle that makes me see stars.The second orgasm hits like a wrecking ball.I scream his name."Luca, Luca, Luca"—a desperate litany that means nothing and everything.He groans, low and long, and I feel the tremor run through his entire body. His rhythm falters. His grip tight
I can't answer.I can only cling to him, my legs locked around his waist, my body taking everything he gives.The wall scrapes against my back with every thrust.The room is nothing but shadows and the sound of skin against skin, wet, rhythmic, and devastating.My moans spill out broken and helpless, turning into sharp screams every time he drives into me harder.Luca has me pinned completely.One of his large hands is locked around both of my wrists above my head, holding them against the cold wall. The other grips my thigh, keeping my leg wrapped tightly around his waist as he takes me without mercy.Every deep, punishing thrust forces the rough plaster to drag against my bare skin.The sting mixes with the overwhelming stretch of him inside me until I can no longer tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins.My body is trembling violently.Tears have already gathered at the corners of my eyes, but I can’t stop the sounds tearing from my throat."Luca—" His name comes out crac
The raw, devastating weight of Luca's mouth smothers every protest I might have formed.This isn't a kiss; it's an invasion.A declaration of war and surrender all at once.Luca's lips are punishing and demanding, tasting of whiskey and vengeance and the years of bitter rivalry we've drowned in. The line between us isn't just crossed. It's burned to ash.One hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back, and the angle gives him everything. I should bite.I should push.Instead, my mouth opens under his, and he makes a sound low in his throat. Something between a growl and a groan that travels straight through my ribs and settles hot in my gut.In one fluid motion, he rips the towel from my body. The air hits my skin, cool and sharp, but his body is a furnace.His free hand slides under my ass, calloused palm rough against sensitive flesh, and he lifts me off the floor like I weigh nothing.My back hits the wall hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. The cold plaster bites into m
Before my hand can touch the brass handle, Luca’s body is already behind me.His arms lock around my waist.A gasp catches in my throat as he yanks me backward until my bare back is flush against the hard, solid heat of his chest. My pulse explodes, every muscle in my body going rigid."You can't run from this," Luca whispers darkly into the crook of my neck, his lips brushing my skin with every word. "You're mine. Just accept it.""No…" The whimper escapes me, weak and broken.‘Not as a substitute,’ my mind screams. But I swallow the words. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly that word has cut me.His hold shifts. In one swift movement, he spins me around to face him. My back meets the door.Then, his thumb drags roughly along the line of my jaw while his other hand tangles deep into my tangled hair, tilting my face upward until I have no choice but to meet his eyes.I stare into his gray eyes.They're wild. Unsettled. Almost as if he hates what he's feeling."
"That’s fucking… wow…"The rough, almost reverent sound of Luca's voice snaps me out of my paralyzing shock.I drop instantly, snatching the towel from the floor with shaking hands. I wrap it around myself as quickly as I can, clutching it tightly against my chest. My heart hammers against my ribs like a cornered animal.I look at the raw, dark intent written across Luca’s face and turn to run.But Luca is faster.One second, the path to the living room is clear. The next, he's standing directly in front of me, cutting off every possible escape route.I jerk to a stop."Bianca." The way he says my name is a command and a warning all at once. His hands close around my bare shoulders, stopping me before I can get past him."Let go of me!" I shriek, twisting violently in his grip, trying to break free. The towel threatens to slip again."No."One word. Flat. Absolute. And something inside me finally snaps."What the hell do you want from me?" The words tear out of me, raw with every ounc
Dinner is an agonizing, silent affair.I sit perched on the edge of the stool, spine rigid, staring down at my plate as if the food might somehow protect me.Every bite is forced.I chew mindlessly, barely tasting the food, and swallow with effort, forcing down each bite despite the tightness in my throat.My appetite is gone, replaced by a restless knot of nerves twisting in my stomach.The air in the dining room is thick enough to choke on, heavy, charged, and dangerous.I keep my hands moving, lifting my fork, cutting another bite, reaching for my glass—anything to keep my fingers occupied.Anything to stop them from trembling.I refuse to look at Luca.But I feel every pause he takes to look at me. His intense gaze seems to burn through my skin, making it impossible to forget that he's watching.I keep my eyes fixed on my plate instead, chewing slowly and swallowing carefully, pretending I'm perfectly calm even as every nerve in my body screams otherwise.The only sounds are the o







