LOGINWhat could Lucian need Gianni for. For what it’s worth, he kinda deserves whatever he’s getting. Just saying, how about you?
Two days laterIt’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 wi
“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
“Hmmm… .”A low, guttural moan tore from deep within his chest, vibrating through the confined space of the car. His hand shot out in an instant, fingers curling around the delicate size of her throat. The grip wasn’t hurtful, but firm and charged with a heat that made her breath hitch in her lungs.“Ugh…” She let out a sharp gasp,a rush of air that mingled with the heavy tension in the air.His other hand moved just as swiftly, as he found its way against her shoulder with a force that was commanding but controlled. Then, he pushed her ... .not roughly, but with enough dominance across the backseat. Her body slid effortlessly over the smooth leather as her back hit the tinted glass of the passenger-side window with a soft thud. The glass was cool against her skin, yet it couldn’t match the heat radiating from him. Her hand instinctively flew out, gripping the leather handle above the door for stability, her fingers tightening around it as her chest rose and fell with shallow bre
She opened her mouth. "I…”The word broke before it formed. She tried again. "I want…” Her gaze moved before she could stop it. Back to Camilla. Back to the pillar, the baby, the soft obsessive way her sister's mouth moved against the child's forehead. Something tightened at the sight, and she tore her eyes away. "I want to leave," she said. "I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go back home.” Her home was supposed to be where her family was, her sister, and now home was with the man who bought her at an auction. Lucian's brows arched in slight confusion. "Home?” "Yes. Let’s go back to the penthouse, anywhere. Just…” She exhaled sharply, pressing two fingers to the bridge of her nose. "Away from here. Away from her." "Why." Aria dropped her hand. She looked at him directly, because that was the only way she knew how to get through anything, straight through it, even when it burned. "Because if I stay here much longer….”" She stopped. "If I keep looking at her, with that
“Ah! Ahhh!” A piercing scream shattered the stillness of the morning.The duvet scrambled off Lucian as he jerked awake, his heart pounded rapidly in his chest as his hand instinctively reached for the gun at this nightstand before realizing it wasn’t danger.“Uncle!” The voice screamed, panic fil
Aria’s pulse spiked, her lips parted but the words were stuck in her throat. Eventually, she forced out the words,“Why would she set an engagement? Did you..” Her voice trailed off, but her eyes hinted at the fear she couldn’t finish, the fear that maybe Lucian had said yes.His gaze cut to hers,
“If we stayed in the same room, little dove.” His gaze dipped, dragging slowly over her body, the black lingerie she wore that pushed her breasts up like a seduction. “You wouldn’t get a minute of sleep. I’d make sure of it.”His words echoed endlessly in her ears , after her had left her alone in
His grip tightened around the back of her head, pulling her face away from his cock. Her gaze held his lazily, drunk with need as her lips were swollen and glistening with saliva and pre-cum. His gaze held her down, and his chest heaved as the water cascaded them both. His eyes trailed down to h







