ログイン"We both missed it." Domenico's voice scraped out of him roughly, like the words caught on the way. He wasn't looking at Lucian when he said it. He was looking at the table, at the flat of his own hands on it, the split knuckles. “So we get to carry all of that together.” Aria’s gaze dropped to her feet for a split second. This was it, what Lucian was so sure of. The brother hood they had that couldn’t be broken. She lifted her head to look at him, his eyes had changed, they held so much rage, so much that he was starting to look like Domenico and she couldn’t even blame him for it. Sister Maria?? Who would have thought. She still couldn’t wrap her head around it, but even worse she couldn’t figure out why she would hurt them like that. The room was silent for a moment… Then Lucian straightened. He pulled his shoulders back and his voice came back sharper now—because there was nowhere left for the grief to go except into action. "I guess now I have to bury that traitorous cu
The room stilled like everyone’s breath had been sucked out all at once. Domenico’s eyes didn’t leave his brother. Lucian hadn’t made a single move, even his expression refused to change. Sister Paula did the holy trinity on herself before covering her mouth with her rosary hand. Aria’s voice shattered the stillness with a sharp gasp, like air had been knocked out from between her ribs. Lucian’s hands pressed flatly on the table, both palms, fingers spread wide and they dug into the wood. “She’s been the one feeding Rafael our movements.” Domenico continued, his voice still the same. It was unusual for him because normally he’d be blinded by rage, and his voice would be through the roof. “Our schedules, our men’s rotations and—“ He paused, swallowing hard like the next words might cost him something. “And the night Vittoria died. She knew we’d both be out of the house. She sent the tip about the northern port. She made sure—“ He gazed down to control his voice, as they were startin
“You’ve been at this for twenty minutes.” Aria’s voice came from the doorway behind him. Her gaze raked over him cautiously, with her shoulder rested against the frame. Lucian’s hands were buried in his pockets, his shirt still from last night, with two open buttons at the collar. His footsteps echoed silently as he crossed the villa’s main room—back and forth across the long stretch of old stone floor. Aria stepped inside fully. She had changed into a loose shirt tucked at the waist, and her hair falling down her shoulders but her eyes looked like she hadn’t closed them all night. She stood just few steps from him, her arms folded under her breasts. “Lucian.” She exhaled through her nose, already getting agitated by his repeated movements. Aria had thought all she had to worry about were his words, his jealousy that he couldn’t openly admit. How she’d live not knowing what she was to him. But the look on his face suggested that there were much bigger things to deal with than her e
“And so the ladybird spread her wings for the very last time—“ Lucian’s voice echoed softly through the low light of the room, one ankle crossed over his knee and a small book open against his thigh.His collar sat open at the throat, “She flew so high the whole world fell small beneath her, and no one, not ever again, could tell her where to land.”He turned the page. Liana hadn’t closed her eyes. She lay flat on her back with her hands folded on top of the blanket, and her gaze fixed somewhere on the ceiling above her as she fought sleep while losing silently.“The lady bird looked down at all the world below her,” He continued, “And thought—at last. I’m finally free.”“Uncle.”Lucian’s gaze were still set on the book. “Mm.”“Do you think we could ever be free?” She said thoughtfully. “Like the ladybird.”Lucian finally lifted his head, his thumb held the page where it was. His eyes came up slowly from the book and rested on her. Her brows furrowed slightly in curiosity, her lips p
Domenico’s gaze raked over her. He had put Camilla’s name on this debt years ago—had placed it there and never looked at it again. A grief of that size needed somewhere to go, and she was perfect. She betrayed them—so he had taken all of that and built something to hold on to. Because the only other option was standing again in that lawn. With Vittoria face down in the grass and Liana bleeding in her arms and the question of why he hadn’t been home sat at the corner of everything he couldn’t answer. He shook his head slowly. “Tell me what you know.” “I’m not talking.” She held his gaze, like she could call the shots. “How am I sure you won’t just kill me?” “Do you think your threats have any use here?.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Speak.” “No..” She swallowed, “Not until you promise that I and my daughter would be safe.” He looked at her for a long moment. The muscles in his jaw worked. “You have my word. You won’t die by my hands.” She studied his face—the
The chair scraped behind him as he walked. Domenico moved slowly, his grip tightened around the chair with his gaze on Camilla. She was on her side on the Persian rug, wrists bound behind her back, ankles bruised at the joint. A red flush spread from the left side down toward her jaw. Her eyes were open and they followed him across the room, her whole neck straining each time he moved past her sightline. His feet moved—again. “Ah.” He breathed. “I’d be lying—“ He dragged the chair around her head and her neck twisted again, trying to catch him over her shoulder. He moved past her. “If I said I didn’t know a day like this would come.” He took another slow step behind her, the chair scraped with him. “A part of me wonders about you.” Her neck was straining again, cheeks pressing harder into the rug with the effort. “Why you chose Rafael. What made you look at that man and think—“ He stopped. “That he could protect you from me.” He continued in his steps. “For immunity?”
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
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
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
“Next time, I want your mouth here. And I want your eyes on mine when you do it.” He huffed, Lace’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and then she leaned forward, her mouth closed around Lucian’s cock. Aria’s breath caught, her body betrayed her as a core throbbed. She huffed slight, tugging s







