ログインThe heavy dressing across his ribs was completely soaked through, drenched in fresh, crimson blood from his feral movements.“Shit, we shouldn't have—” she murmured, but Luciano pressed a gentle finger against her lips.“Shh... Relax, baby. Don't panic, it will affect our baby. And don't sit up so fast.”She looked at him sullenly. Here he was, lecturing her again, when he was the exact same man who had been fucking her so raw and rough just a few minutes ago.“What if your wounds are open again?” she breathed, her lips trembling as a single tear rolled down her cheek. More quickly followed, until both eyes were pouring. “Oh god, it was all my fault.”In her panic, she was already blaming the very moment she had desired him.Luciano’s heart filled with a complex swell of emotions. Before Rosa, no one had ever cried for him or his pain. Yet here this woman was, with a literal ocean of tears in her eyes, ready to pour over the moment she saw him bleeding or hurt.Fuck, how can I be so l
He filled her so entirely that it stole the breath from her lungs. Luciano held still for a fraction of a second, his muscles trembling under her hands as he acclimated to the tight, pulsing heat of her clamping down around him."God, you're so slick," he groaned against her neck, before he began to move. “So wet for me!”He pulled back until he was nearly out, torturing her with the withdrawal, before hammering back into her. The blunt rhythm was frantic and heavy. Every upward stroke slammed her hips hard against the wall, the slapping of skin echoing in time with her ragged hitches of breath. Rosa clung to him like a lifeline, her slick walls gripping him fiercely with every hard, deep plunge, trapping him in her space and refusing to let him leave. She could feel every inch of his thick veins stretching her inside, creating a friction that rapidly built a blinding, unbearable heat at her core. He looked deep into her eyes, witnessing a raw, intense hunger that perfectly mirrored
Oh God! his dirty talk had Rosa throbbing with desire. His words, his actions, the way he looked at her right now—it was as if she were a feast and he couldn't wait to devour her.“Not here,” she only managed to murmur.He complied immediately. Lifting her effortlessly, he waited just long enough for her to wrap her legs around his waist before carrying her into the next room. He kicked the door shut behind them, slamming her back against the solid wood, and claimed her mouth once more.His warm, soft lips moved hungrily against hers while his hands roamed over her body, squeezing her ass and kneading her breasts repeatedly, driving her out of her mind. She whimpered into the kiss; he was intentionally delaying what he had promised, torturing her with the slow burn. She wanted to scream at him to cut to the chase and fuck her senselessly, pounding into her until she forgot her own name. She had never felt so burning hot before. He had kissed and touched her before, but tonight everyt
Luciano kept staring at her, his eyes growing distant as if he were lost in deep thought, calculating the pros and cons of not getting married on his decided date. But then he announced, “Fine. You pick the date, and that’s the day we get married.” Rosa blinked at him, still unable to believe her ears. “Are you serious?” “Completely. I’m not going to argue with you about it,” he said, a genuine smile breaking through as his fingers moved through her hair, gently soothing her curls. “Now, any more conditions?” She chewed gently on the side of her lower lip and shook her head. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his chest before he whispered, “Good. Because now, I have one condition of my own.” She looked up at him, her curiosity piqued. “You have a condition, too?” “Isn't it unfair, baby, if I don't get anything?” His dramatic whine made her huff out a breath before she snapped, “Let’s hear it then.” “No matter what differences we have, or how many times we
“Okay,” he said simply. “Anything you say.”He leaned in again, but Rosa’s brow furrowed, her hand remaining firmly pressed against his chest to hold him back.“I am listening, baby,” he whispered, completely ready to agree to whatever she demanded as long as she was willing to exchange vows with him. But when Rosa remained silent, her expression hardening with frustration, Luciano sighed. He slowly pulled away, straightening his posture to sit up fully, and then helped Rosa adjust so she was sitting up straight beside him.They sat face-to-face on the sofa.“So, I have some conditions,” she started.Luciano nodded, but then his hands moved to her thighs, smoothly pulling her onto his lap so she was straddling him.“I haven’t finished yet,” Rosa whined.“Then continue. Who is stopping you?” he replied simply and his voice was thick and husky. When she narrowed her eyes at him in exasperation, he chuckled deeply. “I can't bear the distance, baby.”Rosa rolled her eyes before she continu
Rosa’s breathing hitched as his scent—an intoxicating mix of fresh body wash and expensive cologne—invaded her senses. Her chest heaved despite her desperate attempts to calm herself in his proximity. His warm body pressed flush against her back, his arms possessively wrapped around her waist, making her want to lean back against him, close her eyes, and just let him take control. The next moment, one of his hands left her waist and gently swept her slightly damp hair aside from her shoulder, clearing a path. He rested his face against the curve of her neck, breathing hot against her skin. His lips began trailing warm, slow kisses along the side of her neck, making it impossible for her to stay still—and even harder to hold back a moan. “What... what are you doing?” she panted breathlessly. Summoning the last of her resolve, she slowly pried his arms from her waist and pulled away. But just as she was about to walk away, his voice whispered from behind her, heavy and fractured. "R
“We thought Luciano disposed of you like garbage and had you shipped out of the country,” Vittoria said, her lips curling with cruel satisfaction. “We never expected to see you again.”It was deliberate. A knife twisted into old wounds.“So how did you crawl back into Rome?” Chiara added in a mockin
“Why are we here?” she asked, looking up at him.He didn’t answer.Instead, he slid a cigarette between his lips. Luca stepped in instantly and lit it for him. Luciano took a long drag, exhaled smoke through his nose, then grabbed Rosa’s hand and dragged her forward, his stride long and ruthless.S
Luciano Mancini strode in wearing an impeccable black suit, every inch of him screaming power and danger, looking like a man carved by God himself. His charm usually stole every eye in the room—but this time it was the gun and dagger in his hands that commanded all the attention. His men stormed in
Luciano Mancini had walked in, and all heads turned toward him. After all, who didn’t know him?His face was the same as always—cold, unreadable—but the air around him shifted the moment he stepped inside. His dark aura, the ruthless confidence in his stride, and that dangerously perfect face made







