LOGINHe straightened, his own breathing ragged. In one swift motion, he lifted her off the counter and placed her on the floor—facing away from him. He pushed her forward, her stomach kissing the cold marble edge. She braced against the side to steady herself.Lucian’s hands went to her hips, holding her there. He unhooked his suspenders, drawing his trousers down—his cock springing free. Aria’s breath was shallow, then she felt the blunt head of him press against her entrance. He pushed in slowly, a torturing, inch-by inch movement that stretched her open, making her feel every ridge and vein of his thick shaft. “Mmmph….” Her breath came in a ragged gasp. “You feel that?’ He murmured, his voice dark rumble against her ear. “My cock in your fucking cunt. It’s where it’s been craving to be.” He filled her completely. Then he pulled back, almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside. The sudden emptiness left air kissing her entrance, before he drove back in fast. He thrusted in
“Aria…” He muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. Lucian’s hands clenched at his sides, like it was taking everything in him not to lash out at her.She huffed, turning her back at him before walking to the kitchen. Not because she was hungry, or wanted anything. She pulled it open, standing in front of it as she stared at nothing. The cold air hit her face. It was the only place that was closest to escaping him—the only thing she could think of that wasn’t him. Lucian’s footsteps soon filled the hallway, heavy and floating towards the kitchen. His hand came down over her shoulder, pulling her away as he slammed the fridge shut so hard the bottles inside rattled.Aria’s hand was still on the handle when it closed, and she turned to face him. His chest heaved slightly, and his eyes were on her face with that look—-that one she had stopped trying to find words for. “What is your problem with me?” She lifted her chin, shattering the silence. “I don’t have a problem with you.” She s
(The next day)The elevator dinged and Lucian stepped out. His white shirt half buttoned, collar straight with black suspenders. The only evidence yesterday happened at all was the small closed cut above his right temple. He had treated the cut before dawn because he wouldn’t let Aria touch it. Lucian crossed the lobby and one of his men, Marco, pushed the glass doors open for him.He stopped at the top of the step, outside. Three black cars sat in the curbed drive below, and his jaw tightened before he had fully taken them in. He recognized the plate numbers.Only one family had them in the whole of Sicily—The Carbones, and they do not get along. He went down the steps. Six men—broad shouldered, faced with scars, dressed in black with guns held low at their sides. They spread out, occupying the space between the cars and the steps.In front of it all, One shoulder leaned against the hood of the centre car, arms folded and ankles crossed.Dante Carbone.He stood tall, muscular, le
(Continuation) The tires of a black Maybach screeched as Domenico brought it to a stop in front of the convent gate, the gravel scattering forward in a wave. Nothing hit harder than betrayal. Lucian might not have told him where Camilla was, but he knew his brother well enough, there was no better place to hide her than here. He stepped out before the engine died, his jacket hanging off one shoulder, his knuckles still split and dried with blood that wasn't entirely his.The gate was shut. A low old iron, bolted from the inside. Domenico grabbed it with both hands and shoved it. It swung aside. He stormed in. The courtyard spread open around him, a single light burning above the entrance doors.Within seconds, the entrance doors opened before he reached the steps. Sister Paula appeared in the gap, one hand on the frame, her eyes widening as they settled on him before a small smile touched her lips. She hadn’t seen him since the raid. As far she knew, Lucian was the only one who
“Hit me.” Lucian breathed, gaze set on his brother. Domenico’s jaw locked, his chest rising and falling hard. His knuckles bleeding onto the glass at his feet, and he stood there unmoving as his eyes shot daggers at Lucian. “Come on, fucking hit me!” Lucian’s voice rose.A short sound came out of Domenico, almost like a laugh, but lacking humor, almost hollow. “Why won’t you hit me?” Lucian spread his arms slightly, gesturing to himself. The blood from his forehead was running again, trailing down the side of his face, and he pressed the back of his hand on it and pulled it away. “I lied to you. I hid her from you.” He continued, trying to get a rise out of him. “I looked you in the eye and I said nothing. So come on.” His voice cracked on the last two words.”Come on, brother. Hit me.” Aria’s feet were planted on the floor, her knuckles had gone white against the frame. The trembling had started in her hands, moving to her legs and her throat. Domenico’s gaze drifted, sliding
The 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
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
Lucian paced across the cobblestones slowly. His emotions were too suppressed, enough that no one would ever truly know what went through his head. Every step he took with his shoes, a dull sound echoed against the ground, almost like he was pulling the air tighter around him. With just a few st
Gianni stood by the window of his living room, his eyes glued to the iron gates outside.The sound of the grandfather clock ticked louder with every second as though it were counting down something inevitable. Each beat drove deeper into his skull, matching the sick, crushing weight lodged in his
“Oh I sure as hell know you wouldn’t want to fuck with me. Bring Camilla and that baby out now!” Rafael hurled his tumbler to the floor. It shattered loudly, glass skidding across the marble. The sound echoed through the room, adding to the already tense atmosphere. He had made all the house kee







