LOGINThe air in the room drooped, with the silence so loud, if a pin dropped, it could be heard. Domenico’s gaze lingered on him for a second.In just that split second, his brows pulled together, then stilled. His mind had received the words and was currently refusing to arrange them in the obvious order. A short, humorless laugh escaped his throat. His lips twitched slightly.“Say that again.” The words finally let his lips, his voice low. Lucian set his glass on the desk beside him. “ I have Camilla,” He turned to meet his gaze with a calmness of his own. He waited. Hell, he wanted it to happen. Maybe if Domenico broke him hard enough, it would quiet the noise in his head. The atmosphere got heavy, and quiet. Where was the rage? Why wasn’t he saying anything?Domenico’s head dropped slightly, his gaze holding the floor. His fingers had stilled on the glass, while his jaw flexed, tightened, releasing again and again. Lucian watched silently and waited. Like he had set a bomb and w
But she knew herself, that was the problem. Every time she was mad at him, every time he hurt her or made her feel like she didn’t exist, he’d come back like this. And she would fold. His hands on her body had a way of making her forget everything her mind had been holding onto. Except, not today. ”No…” it came out smaller than she wanted but at least it came out. Lucian went still behind her. His hands didn’t move, they didn’t press harder, or pull away, just stopped completely. It had caught him off guard and he was trying to figure out what to do with it. “No, Lucian…” She said again, but her voice was steady this time. Her mind was made up. His head dipped lowly against the back of her neck, as he exhaled softly. Then, his hands dropped and he stepped back, the warmth of his body left her all at once. She felt it like a door closing. The silence was deafening, except the shower running. “Interesting.” He said lowly, almost amused but not angry at all. But somehow that w
Two days later It’s been two days, and it’s been too quiet. Lucian hadn’t heard from Domenico, neither had he heard from Rafael. Plus…he wasn’t getting any closer to finding the mole. He stood in front of the footlong mirror, with a towel moving through his damp hair and stared at his own reflection without really seeing it. Lucian’s chest rose and fell slightly, water still clung to his torso, tracking slow lines down his chest, and he hadn't bothered reaching for a shirt. The black lounge pants sat low on his hips. His gaze drifted from his own face to the reflection of the bed behind him. The emptiness made him swallow down hard, just like it had been for two nights. She had moved herself to Liana's room without explanation and he hadn't asked for one. That wasn't how they worked. But the bed felt larger than it had before she started sleeping in it. He wouldn't say he missed her. That was a sentence he had no interest in forming. But he couldn’t deny how he slept better
“Fuck..this should go well..” Lucian murmured to himself as soon as the elevator dinged. He was waiting by the window in the living room. A cigarette burning in between his fingers, turning back slowly.“You said it was urgent.” Domenico’s voice filled the room instantly as he walked in. His gaze landed on his brother as he peeled off his black leather jacket.“It is.” Lucian moved towards the center table, dropping his phone on it, pushing it slightly towards him. Domenico’s brows furrowed slightly, not too much to show confusion as they calmed almost immediately.His hand scooped up the phone before his gaze settled on its contents. The confusion soon set in his features, his brows curving down slightly as his fingers zoomed in further.it was a photograph….the one Rafael had sent earlier. Then, his eyes drifted further to the message underneath.“Trade the girl for the man. I know you want his head.”His head tilted sideways slightly in further confusion. The girl? What girl?“What
The next morning Lucian could barely keep his eyes shut. All through the night, he had been pacing around the room, stealing glances at Aria sprawled across his bed with no sense of the danger ahead. What could he do with her? What was he even doing with her? He had Camilla now, he could just end her life and let Aria go. But wouldn’t that be losing in both ways? He couldn’t let his property, his little dove, just fly into the wind. Not now, not when she could be used against him. The balcony of the penthouse overlooked the kind of view that had no business belonging to anyone. He had sister Maria set up some tumblers, whiskey, cigarettes and ashtrays. His guests would be arriving soon. It had been months since the last time he saw them. Since Evelina was a thorn in his side, and he had gotten carried away with further business. But this…they had to be in on it. Lucian stood with one hand in his pocket, watching the road below as the Sicilian morning stretched pale and unhurr
In a fluid, powerful motion, he pulled his finger out and straightened up. He fumbled with his belt, unzipping nonchalantly. He shoved his trousers and boxers down just enough, and his cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip. Lucian didn’t give her time to look, to think. His hands went to her hips, hauling her forward, off the door, until she was perched on the very edge of the seat. He lifted her, adjusting her, and then he was guiding himself to her entrance. With this, she could admit to be his dark queen fast enough. How would a person possibly stick to being good when they’re being fucked by senseless by not just anyone….a handsome yet ruthless leader. The broad, slick head of his cock nudged against her soaked folds. He paused, his eyes locked on hers, holding her suspended in that agonizing moment… “Tell me you want it,” he demanded, his chest heaving. He loved this….control, reminding himself that he could control any emotion out of her. “I wan….i want it, Lucian, p
Aria’s feet drew forward before she could even process, her hands dug at her sides. Her chest rose and fell lightly, and then she stopped a few steps to him.“Why? Why do you hate me so much?” She asked quietly, “I’m not the one who stole from you. I did nothing wrong, I’m just as much a victim as
(Later that night) Aria stepped out of Liana’s room, her hand gripped the door knob tightly, as she came out quietly. She let out a soft exhale as she succeeded in not waking Liana, yet her hand still held onto the knob like she’d slip away if she didn’t. Then, slowly she shifted her gaze to L
“Liana, don’t you want something sweeter?” Aria glanced down at Liana’s plate. Her white bowl was filled with oatmeal and varieties of fruits scattered on top of it. Liana picked at the fruits one by one and ate them slowly. “No….i always eat it this way .” Liana’s tiny voice filled the kitchen,
His palm pressed her back sharply, Aria let out a small gasp as her chest almost hit the dresser and her back arched even higher at his crotch. Her eyes locked in with her reflection in the mirror, and her hunger for him flashed even more.Lucian’s hips began to roll against her ass, pushing his bi







