Claiming Her Already.

Luciano's POV

"Fuck….” she screamed as she rode me, her voice hoarse and wild with release.

Elena’s hair was a tangled mess, clinging to her sweat-slicked face as her hips worked desperately against mine.

While the woman straddling my thighs chased her pleasure, I sat motionless on the couch, my expression blank, and completely disconnected.

She came, I didn't. Typical. Her body collapsed against my chest. She was panting, and trembling with satisfaction.

"T-that was amazing, sir," she slurred against my neck. "We've done so many things, but nothing's felt as good as this. If we could do this all the time…”

I shoved her off me without a word and headed into the office bathroom to clean up.

I was bored. Bored of her. Bored of them all.

I changed into a fresh shirt, ran a hand through my hair, and stepped back into the office. She was already dressed, her hair pulled into a high bun and her makeup reapplied.

A pathetic attempt to look presentable.

She smiled at me as if we hadn't just fucked meaninglessly.

She walked toward me, hips swaying, confidence oozing off her like cheap perfume. Then, she hooked one leg around my waist, her fingers running down my chest.

"Elena," I called her name like a warning. Stern. Cold. But she was too dumb to hear it.

"What is it, sir?" she giggled. "Getting turned on by my touch already? Why don't you throw me over your lap and….”

I grabbed her wrist tightly and dragged her with me.

"Sit."

She obeyed instantly.

I pulled out the folder and handed it to her.

"Your time is up, Elena."

She scanned the paper, her face twisting with every line she read.

"The fuck, Luciano? You can't just terminate the contract like this. It hasn't even been a month!"

I said nothing. Instead, I pulled my gun from the drawer and placed it on the desk.

Her voice caught in her throat, and her eyes widened.

"If you'd read the contract before signing," I said flatly, "you'd have seen the clause. Party A reserves the right to terminate the arrangement at any time if he no longer finds satisfaction in his submissive."

Her jaw fell open in disbelief. "W-what?"

"You heard me, Elena. You bored me. I can't continue."

Her cheeks flamed with anger, and she slammed her fist on the desk.

"So it was really just about sex? I thought maybe, just maybe, you were starting to feel something for me. I'm not mad about the termination, fine. It's the fact that you think you can just throw me away like..."

I raised the gun slightly. She screamed and stumbled back.

"One more word from that filthy mouth, and I swear I'll make you regret it."

She froze.

"You thought just because I took you out once, because I was a little nice, you meant something to me?"

I scoffed. "You're delusional. Luciano Dela Lucchese doesn't know how to love. And if I ever do... it sure as hell won't be someone like you."

"Now. Sign."

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she scrawled her signature across the paper.

"You may see yourself out."

With her hands shaking, she grabbed her handbag and left without a word.

I slumped into my chair, exhaling slowly.

Good riddance, Luciano.

I checked my watch. It was almost midnight.

Truthfully, I didn’t enjoy the sex. It was the first time pleasure left me cold.

My body was moving, but my mind… it was trapped somewhere else. Somewhere softer, and sweeter.

Camila Colorado.

There’s something painfully angelic about her. All glow and grace, like the world hasn’t touched her yet. The kind of untouched that drives a man insane. She looked like sin had never laid a finger on her.

That smile? Gentle. That body? A goddess carved by temptation itself. And her skin… fuck. Silk would envy it.

Camila’s presence unleashed something primal in me. A hunger I hadn’t felt in my entire existence.

I wanted to touch her: no, take her. Every inch of her. I want to drag her into my world even though she doesn’t belong in its shadow.

She’s too soft, too good. But I don’t care. I want her anyway, and that’s what matters.

In my sinful imagination, I could see it clear as crystal: her body twisted in my sheets, her skin flushed, her mouth open, screaming my name as she begs me to let her come. Begging me not to stop, and that sweet body breaking under mine.

The image burned wildly that it had my cock rising without control in my pant. I could see her legs shaking while my name falls off her lips like a melody.

I’d fuck her like she’s mine, and make her forget every man who ever touched her before me, that’s if she has ever been touched.

Everything played like a movie in my head. It was a matter for time until that becomes a reality.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. Why was she doing this to me?

I needed a drink. A smoke. Anything to dull the fire in my chest.

I rose from the chair and stalked to the mini bar in my living room. Grabbing a bottle of champagne and a glass, I poured, the liquid fizzing like my thoughts.

“Paisley Fashion House,” I said aloud.

A brand I’d never given a shit about until now. They were irrelevant in the fashion world, but they held something precious. A gem that I crave so badly.

I picked up my phone and dialed Russo.

“Don.” His voice was rough, breathless. I knew that tone—blood had just been spilled.

“Whose blood, Russo?”

His dark chuckle crackled through the speaker.

“You know me too well, Don. Well, just a mole who couldn’t do his job right.” He seethed like he was still in the moment.

My brow twitched, my fingers curling around the glass.

“Who sent a mole?”

A brief silence followed before he responded.

“Some new camp. They have no name yet, but don’t worry, they’re soft. Sandro and I will wipe them off the map.”

I nodded, though he couldn’t see.

“Good. I have a job for you. Paisley Fashion House. I want everything: owners, staff, investors, designers, models……. Every damn detail. Leave nothing out.”

I hung up, and took a slow sip of champagne. My eyes stared blankly at the wall, but all I could see was her. Camila.

She doesn’t know it yet, but her soul already belongs to me, and I don’t return what I claim.

“I’m coming for you, gem,” I whispered.