LOGINLucian's jaws clenched softly, his eyes twitching slightly at the sight before him. He knew his brother wasn't as open minded as he was, but he had never felt a time would come where he couldn't predict what he could do.The girl's chest shuddered as sobs tore through her, the gag muffling her cries as she was unable to pull herself up from the rug. With a soft creak, the door opened even further. Lucian's gaze was still fixated on the girl, he didn't see Aria had walked in, She stood at the threshold, one hand holding the doorframe as if she'd stopped mid step. Lucian lifted his head to meet her gaze, her throat clenched up. Her eyes dropped to the floor, and the colors drained from her face.āWhy? Why didn't you wait for me to give you orders!?ā Lucian shouted, rising up and turning to face his brother.āBecause I won't sit back and watch power slip through your fingers,ā Domenico snapped. āIf you had died like some common bastard, the rules would have changed. The De Rossi name is
Lucian's fingers tapped repeatedly against his desk, his legs crossed as he rested comfortably in his swivel chair. A cigarette between his fingers, smoke curled lazily around him and towards the ceiling of his study. His mind had been a hazy mess, trying to conjure up the best punishment for Gianni. He couldn't possibly just let him off with an easy death. He took a drag from the cigarette again, his jaws clenched. If Aria hadn't been there, he'd be dead, and he hated it. His phone buzzed on the table, snapping him from his many thoughts. But he didn't look immediately, he knew who it was. The phone buzzed again the third time, then he picked up, putting the phone to his ear lazily. āAnd I thought your brother would pick up the phone,ā Gianniās voice purred through the line, and Lucian could almost picture the smug look on his face. āIs he busy sharpening his knives for revenge?ā Lucian leaned further back in his chair, taking the cigarette off his lips as smoke trailed out.
āRaf-Rafa-el..ā She choked out, her face losing color gradually as his hands tightened even further around her throat.āDon't,ā He warned, āEver say that again!ā He finished, aggressively taking his hands off her neck. Her hands flew to her throat instantly, rubbing it while trying to take in as much air as possible.āYou think your affection for me gives you the right to talk down on me?āHe continued. ā Need i remind you, Camilla. You carrying my child doesn't give you any immunity.āShe sniffled, more tears rolled down her face. Why, why couldn't she bring herself to hate him despite all he does to her? What in her made her love such a dangerous man?āRafael.....please.ā She sobbed.She shook her head slightly, more tears rolled down freely. āYou don't mean that. This child means a lot to both of us, I mean alot to you. You love me, I know you do.āShe reached for him again, her hand trembling as it aimed for his face. The denial in her was unlike anything she'd ever felt. How coul
āChe stronzata!!ā (Fucking bullshit)In one fluid motion, a crystal tumbler shattered against the wall, exploding into tiny shards that scattered across the marble floor. The echo cut through the atmosphere in the living room like a gunshot.Rafael stood at the centre of the room, his chest heaving, and his knuckles clenched tightly they turned white. His black shirt clung to his back with sweat, his black hair ruffled as he'd ran his fingers through it a dozen times, and his collar undone.āQuanto può essere difficile uccidere un uomo.ā (How hard can it be to kill one man?) He thundered, as he paced around the same spot. āUseless, every single one of them.āCamilla hovered near the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, and the other rested unconsciously on her swollen belly. Her legs had increased in size since the progression of her pregnancy, hitting the nine months mark. Her heart pounded in her chest with every step he took, huff and every cuss. She hadn't exactly been hav
āI choose what I do to you. I choose the pace, I choose how, because I will always remain in control of everything, of you.ā He finally pulled back, yet his gaze never left hers. Ariaās chest rose and fell slightly, finally catching her breath. Maybe for once she had thought she could get a hold of this powerful man, but now she was realizing she could get consumed by him. Even at his confessions of having total possession over her, her core throbbed even more, completely overtaken by his charm. Lucian reached for his glass again, taking one last gulp, he dropped it back on the counter. He wiped his lips sloppily with the back of his hand, his gaze never leaving her face, filled with his dark intentions to ravish her. āNow, you need to be quiet.ā He said, moving closer in between her legs. āQuiet as a fucking church mouse, you understand?ā Ariaās head moved hastily in agreement. Her fingers dug into the sides of the counter tightly. Her nipples hardened, every bit of her so muc
The taste of whiskey on his tongue slipped through Ariaās senses, making her fall deeper into this temptation of a man. She hadn't been able to figure out when it all started, when she had started to fall for this dangerous man. Lucianās other hand slipped under her top, his rough palms scraped over her ribs as he found the clasp of her bra, flicking it open with ease. The bra loosened, and he shoved it aside. His hungry lips left hers and trailed down her neck. āHmmā¦.ā Aria arched, a low moan escaping her throat as his teeth grazed her the sensitive part of her neck.āLucianā¦.ā She breathed, her fingers tangling in his messy hair as she pulled him even closer. She couldn't seem to get enough. The man she once wished to escape from, she'd fallen rather deep into his seduction. She should hate him, his principles, his aggression and his toxicity, yet his cock was all she thought about at the moment.In one smooth yet strong motion, he lifted her off her feet. Her ass jiggled as







