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2026-09-27 04:55:01
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STRIP NIGHTS WITH THE DON Chapter twenty
LucaLuca sat in his big leather chair. The penthouse lights were low. He drank whiskey. It burned going down. The city lights were bright outside the big windows. But he only looked at the door. Waiting. She was late. Or maybe he was just too impatient. Last night she was on her knees. Tears in her eyes. Her body wet on his floor. He told himself he would take her tonight. Break the rule. Put himself inside her. Make her scream his name. But here he was. Still just watching. Still fighting the feeling in his chest. The door clicked. Sera walked in. She was not the scared college girl anymore. No robe held tight. No shaky steps. She wore the same silk thing. But it hung loose. Like she did not care if it fell open. Her long dark hair fell down her back. Her lips were dark red. Her eyes locked on him right away. No fear. No hesitation. She was playing the game back tonight. And fuck, it hit him harder than any bullet. “Luca,” she said. Her voice was low and soft. Not the scared whisper
STRIP NIGHTS WITH THE DON Chapter nineteen
EnzoEnzo walked into the VIP booth at Club Nero. He had a lazy smile on his face. Girls forgot their names when he smiled. Guys thought he was weak. But he was smart. He set his glass down. He looked at his cousin Luca across the table. Luca looked like hell. His shirt was half open. His green eyes were dark. Enzo knew that look. It was obsession. It messed with your head. It could get people killed.“Damn, Luca,” Enzo said. He kept his voice light and fun. That playboy act kept everyone guessing. “That new girl you got dancing private? Scarlett or Sera or whatever she calls herself. Fuck, man. The way you pulled her into your office after the audition. Your eyes stayed on the screens like she was the only girl there. I never saw you break your own rules for a stripper. No touching, right? But this one got you all messed up. Those curves. That sweet face. The way she moves like she is scared but wants it. She got you thinking with the wrong head, couz , Or is it more? You paid ransom
STRIP NIGHTS WITH THE DON Chapter Eighteen
Detective RodriguezDetective Angela Rodriguez leaned back in her chair, the glow of the computer screen casting harsh shadows across her sharp features. Forty years old and still chasing ghosts in the night, her dark hair pulled back tight, eyes bloodshot from too many all-nighters. The precinct was quiet at this hour, most of the night shift out chasing leads that went nowhere. But she had something better. Something that had been simmering for years, finally coming to a boil like the rage she kept bottled tight.On the monitor, grainy footage from a hidden camera she’d planted near Club Nero’s VIP entrance played on loop. Sera Moretti, no, Scarlett Vale tonight—stepped out into the alley, wrapped in a coat that did nothing to hide the curves underneath. The girl looked exhausted, eyes downcast, but there was a fire there. Rodriguez could see it even in the low-res video. The same fire her father had. The one that got him killed.James Moretti. Her partner for eight years. The man w
STRIP NIGHTS WITH THE DON Chapter seventeen
LucaLuca sat in the dark after she left. The penthouse felt too quiet, too empty without her shaking body and those tear-filled eyes staring up at him like he was both salvation and damnation. He hadn’t moved from the chair since the door clicked shut behind her. The remote was still in his hand, thumb pressed hard where he’d slammed it to kill the music. He hated that. Hated every second of stopping her dance, stopping the way her hips ground desperate and her pussy dripped onto his floor like an offering he couldn’t take. He hated that for one second he saw the real girl instead of the dancer. Not the one who stripped at Club Nero for cash or the one who came to him in nothing but a robe because he told her to. The real Sera. The one with the sister she sold her soul to save, the one studying criminal justice like it could fix a world that was already broken. The one who loved him even though she knew his family was knee-deep in shit that would get her killed. Those tears weren’t f
STRIP NIGHTS WITH THE DON Chapter sixteen
I let the hoodie fall to the floor. The robe was all I had on, just like he’d ordered, and it felt like nothing at all under his intense stare. My skin prickled, nipples started getting so hard in peaks that rubbed against the thin silk with every shaky breath. Between my thighs the ache was constant, a deep throb from last night when he left me bent over the couch with my ass out and my pussy dripping. I was wet already, slick and swollen, glistening trails of arousal sliding down my inner thighs for him to see. Luca didn’t speak right away. He just watched from that big leather chair. His green eyes were locked on me, intense and unblinking, like he could see straight through the robe to the mess he’d made of me. His family was in deep. Tommaso Vitale’s name twisted my gut but Luca had paid the ransom and gotten her back. Maybe it was a setup to pull me in. I was here anyway, body burning for him. “Music,” he said finally, his voice rough like he’d been fighting the same battle I wa
STRIP NIGHTS WITH THE DON fifteen
By the time Luca hung up the phone his face was all hard lines and cold eyes but when he looked back at me still bent over the couch with my ass out and my pussy dripping he softened just a little. Not soft like nice. Soft like he wanted to ruin me more. “Get dressed and go home ok, he said with his voice rough from whatever Tommaso said. “But don’t you dare touch that sweet cunt tonight. I want you aching for me tomorrow. Be at the club early. Wear something that makes it easy for me to imagine ripping it off.” He stepped close, breath hot on my neck again, no touch but close enough I felt the heat. “You’re mine. Don’t forget it.”I straightened up shaky, robe falling open, and nodded because what else could I do. My body was on fire, clit throbbing so bad it hurt, but I didn’t argue. I grabbed my clothes, changed fast in the guest room, and left with my legs weak. The whole Uber ride home I kept squeezing my thighs together trying to ease the ache but it only made it worse. Damn h
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