LOGINSofiaI watched as Luca took off his shirt and I stopped breathing. Luca was a masterpiece of living, breathing danger. He stood completely naked before me, unabashed and glorious in the dim light.My eyes traced the sharp definition of his abdominal muscles, the V-line that disappeared into the dark hair at his groin, and the tattoos that seemed to tell the history of his violent life on his skin. He was beautiful, terrifyingly so. But it was impossible to look away from the center of him, his erection was thick, veined, and demanding. "Do you like what you see, tesoro?" he asked, I couldn't speak. I could only nod, my face heating up. I was starving for the sight of him."Good," he murmured. He extended a hand toward me. "Step out of the bed, Sofia."I hesitated for a fraction of a second, my body obeyed him before my mind could catch up. I slid off the mattress and stood before him. I felt small in his shadow, fragile against his hardness."On your knees," he commanded.The order
SofiaI stood in the center of the bedroom, the silence of the mansion ringing in my ears, my heart felt heavy, a dull ache pulsing behind my ribs. I hadn't expected that reaction. In my naivety, I thought telling him that Louis felt like nothing would be a triumph for him, a confirmation of his power over me. Instead, I had seen a flicker of raw hurt in those dark eyes.I felt a sudden, sharp pang of guilt not just for hurting Luca, but for the mess I had made back at home. I had led Louis on, used him as a shield against my own desires, and in doing so, I had probably scarred his conscience as much as my own.I lay down on the massive bed, staring at the ceiling, I was lonelier here, in his house, than I had been in my own room. I couldn't leave it like this, I couldn't let him sit in the dark with that look on his face.I stood up, my floral gown swishing around my bare legs, and walked out into the hallway. I followed the dim lights until I reached the door of his study. I hesitat
SofiaI spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, every time I closed my eyes, I saw Louis's terrified, fumbling hands. I felt the dry, empty kiss that meant nothing.The impulsiveness that had led me to invite Louis into my room now felt heavy in my stomach. I had made a mistake, a grave one. I had cracked the door to a world Louis wasn't built for, and I knew him; he would ruminate on it, pray on it, and eventually, he would want more but I didn't want him.The brief moments with Louis hadn't given me that euphoria, that soul-shattering lightning that Luca had sparked with just a glance. With Louis, I felt no difference but with Luca... I felt like I was finally alive.I reached for my phone, the screen illuminating my face in the dark. My thumb hovered over Luca's name. Should I call him?I snatched my hand back, “No! Remember who he is, Sofia. He is the gun, the threat, the blood on the floor. You cannot belong to that.” A vibe yelled inside my head and I let out a deep
SofiaThe silence in the taxi was heavier than any conversation, thick with Louis's discomfort and my own shocking, reckless behavior. I didn't regret what I'd said; I only regretted the motivation behind it. It wasn't love or genuine desire for Louis that drove me, but a desperate, ugly need to replace the burning imprint Luca had left on my soul.When the car finally stopped outside my family's house we both moved with awkward motions. Louis was the first to speak, his voice tight. "I... I'll get your bag, Sofia.""Thank you, Louis."We walked up the path, and my parents opened the door almost instantly. My mother rushed forward. "Sofia! You're home, darling! And Louis, thank you so much for bringing her safely." Her smile was wide, radiating relief and approval."I was so worried when you didn't answer Thomas's calls, dear but no matter, you're here now," my mother fussed, "Drop your things, both of you. Dinner is ready."I obeyed, dragging my bag up to my small decorated room. It
SofiaThe remaining days of the week I threw myself into every available activity, trying to build an impenetrable wall between Luca and me. I attended extra prayer meetings, volunteered at the hostel's charity drive, and spent hours poring over theological texts.But it was futile, everything reminded me of the shame I should feel, and every moment of silence led my mind straight back to him.I am not calling him, it has been a war within myself and it was the last piece of self-respect I clung to. He was a monster, a corruption, and the best thing I could do for my soul was to cut the cord cleanly.Yet, I checked my phone fifty times a day, half-dreading, half-desiring a message. The continued silence, the fact that he was so easily able to comply with my demand was a constant insult. It proved I was nothing more than a passing fancy.Finally, Friday arrived. I was done with my coursework for the week, and it was time to return to my family's house for, I was cramming my few possess
LucaThe moment the call ended, I felt a tightening of muscles in my neck and a spike of anger through my veins. I stared at the phone still reeling at the fact that she hung up on me.I couldn’t believe Sofia dared to judge me, to label me, and then to dismiss me, all without having the simple courtesy to listen to the truth. She wanted me to admit I was wrong. I was Luca De Rossi, and I was many things but in the matter of Giuseppe, I was not wrong. I was justified.I slammed the phone onto the desk, she wanted decency. Decency was for the weak, for the people who lived under my protection. Decency didn't keep my men alive, and it certainly didn't protect my assets from traitors like Giuseppe.I had tried, in my own damn way, to be gentle with her. I had respected her plea for separation and let her leave peacefully this morning, sending her back to her little world. I had intended to leave her alone for a few days, to let her miss me, to let the fire I started simmer and grow but







