CHAPTER FIVE: TWO PINK LINES

[LUCIANA' POINT OF VIEW]

The city lights spilled into the room, painting the walls in silver and gold.

My body still ached from the night before, every step a reminder of what had happened — of what I had given him.

I thought maybe tonight he'd let me rest.

I was wrong.

Lorenzo sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned.

His dark eyes fixed on me like I was already stripped bare.

"Come here," he ordered, his voice low, leaving no room for refusal.

My chest tightened. I moved slowly, my legs trembling as I approached.

"You're still sore," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over me. "Good."

Heat rose in my cheeks. "Lorenzo... maybe we shouldn't—"

He cut me off, his hand snapping around my wrist, pulling me closer. "You signed the contract, Luciana. This is what you agreed to. So tonight, you'll be on top."

My breath caught. "On top?"

His lips curved faintly, though his eyes stayed cold. "You'll ride me. I want to watch you take me inside you. Every inch."

My stomach flipped, nerves twisting with something hotter, needier. "I... I don't know if I can—"

"You can," he interrupted sharply. "and you will."

He guided me onto his lap, his large hands gripping my hips firmly as he tugged my underwear away.

I bit my lip, straddling him, and a sharp breath escaped me when I felt his dick—hard and unyielding—press against me, making my pulse race.

The ache between my thighs was still fresh from last night.

My body remembered, both the pain and the unbearable pleasure.

"Look at me," he commanded.

I lifted my eyes to his, my breath

"Now take me in."

With trembling hands, I guided him toward me.

Biting back a soft whimper as the tip of his dick pressed against my entrance.

Slowly, I sank down, the stretch making me gasp.

"Lorenzo—" I whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

His grip on my hips tightened, steadying me. "Don't stop. Take it."

I lowered myself further, the sting sharp at first before giving way to a deep, aching fullness.

My body clenched around him, and I bit my lip hard to keep from crying out. "It hurts," I whispered.

His eyes darkened, his thumb brushing over my hip. "It's supposed to. But you'll learn to crave it."

I shifted, trying to adjust, and a shaky moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice husky now. "Move for me."

I began to lift and sink onto him, slow at first, each movement sending sparks of pain mixed with pleasure through me.

His gaze locked on me, sharp and possessive, watching every reaction. "Faster."

I obeyed, my body finding a rhythm. The ache dulled as heat took over, building with every thrust.

My breath came in broken gasps, my head tilting back as pleasure curled low in my stomach.

He stripped my top away, his gaze raking over my bare body with a hunger that made my skin burn. "Look at you," Lorenzo growled, his hands gripping me tighter, forcing me to move harder against him. "You were made for this. For me."

Before I could respond, his mouth claimed my breast, teeth grazing, tongue teasing as he sucked hard enough to make me moan and clutch at his shoulders.

My nails scraping down his chest as my hips moved faster.

The friction making my body tremble.

"Say it," he demanded, thrusting up into me.

"S-say what?" I gasped, barely able to think.

"Say you're mine."

My chest heaved, heat flooding through me. "I-I'm yours."

His lips brushed my ear as he growled, "Louder."

"I'm yours!" I cried out, the words tearing from me as the pleasure built higher, stealing my breath.

"That's right," he groaned, slamming up into me harder. "Only mine."

The knot in my stomach snapped, and I shattered around him.

My body convulsing as I cried out his name.

Lorenzo's hands clamped down on my hips as he thrust deep, releasing inside me with a low, guttural sound.

He held me there, pressed firmly against him as he spilled into me.

His breath hot against my neck.

When it was over, he didn't let me move.

His grip stayed tight, his voice rough against my ear.

"Remember this, Luciana. Every time I fill you, you're one step closer to giving me what I want."

My body collapsed against him, trembling, my chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

His skin was hot under my palms, his heartbeat steady, unshaken, as if nothing had just happened.

I wanted to move, but his hands were still gripping my hips, keeping me firmly seated on him.

The weight of his hold made it clear — I wasn't allowed to pull away yet.

"Lorenzo..." My voice cracked, weak, unsure.

He tilted his head, his eyes meeting mine. Cold. Sharp. Possessive.

"You're so tight, Luciana," he murmured, his thumb brushing over the red marks he'd left on my hips. His voice was low, rough, unrelenting. "So fucking good... your body just begs me to fuck you over and over again."

Heat flooded my cheeks. "I... I didn't have a choice."

His lips curved faintly, though his eyes held no warmth. "You signed away your choices the moment you put your name on that contract."

The words cut deep, even though I knew they were true.

I looked down, ashamed of the wetness still glistening on my thighs, of the way my body had responded to him despite the pain.

"You think I don't notice?" he said softly, almost dangerously. "The way you moan when I'm inside you. The way your body clings to mine like it was made for me."

My throat tightened. I shook my head. "No... that's not—"

He caught my chin between his fingers, tilting my face up until I was forced to meet his gaze.

"Don't lie to me, Luciana." His voice was a low growl. "Your body tells me everything I need to know."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

I wouldn't let him see me break again.

"You're cruel," I whispered.

His smirk deepened. "But you still keep coming back to my bed. I know it's not just the contract—you like being here."

I wanted to deny it. To push him away.

But the ache between my legs, the lingering heat in my body, betrayed me.

Slowly, he released my chin and leaned back against the headboard.

I slipped off him carefully, wincing at the soreness, and pulled the blanket around me.

For a moment, silence filled the room, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand, his expression calm, detached — as if what had just happened was nothing more than a transaction.

I turned away, my chest aching.

To him, I was just a body. Just contract… a means to an heir.

But deep inside, I knew the truth.

I was starting to want him — even if I hated myself for it.

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[Three weeks later.]

Every night since that moment, Lorenzo had taken me to his bed.

Sometimes rough, sometimes slower, but always possessive — always reminding me I belonged to him.

Then every night, I let him.

The ache of the first few times had slowly shifted into something different — a dangerous pleasure that left me breathless and trembling beneath him.

I kept telling myself I was only doing this for my grandmother, for our house.

But deep down, I knew I was lying to myself.

My body craved him now, even if my heart screamed in protest.

Still, I had never forgotten what this was supposed to be: a contract. a deal. not love.

That afternoon, I stood in the penthouse kitchen, holding a glass of water.

The city stretched endlessly beyond the tall windows, glittering with the promise of a world that didn't belong to me.

Then it hit.

The sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, so strong I had to grip the counter to steady myself.

My vision blurred for a moment, and I felt a strange twist in my stomach.

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore it, but the unease only grew.

My hand pressed against my belly, and my chest tightened.

Could it be...?

Heart pounding, I slipped quietly into the bathroom.

My fingers shook as I pulled out the small box I had secretly bought days ago — a pregnancy test. I had told myself I wouldn't use it yet.

That I was just being paranoid. But now, I couldn't wait any longer.

With trembling hands, I followed the instructions, setting the test down on my hand as my stomach churned with nerves.

Two minutes. That's all it would take.

Two minutes to decide the rest of my life.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub, clutching my knees, every second dragging painfully.

I could barely breathe as I whispered to myself, "Please... please..." I didn't even know what I was begging for — a positive or a negative.

Finally, I forced myself to look.

Two pink lines.

Positive.

My hand flew to my mouth as tears blurred my vision.

My whole body shook as reality sank in.

I am pregnant. One new life was inside me.

His child. Our baby.

"Grandma..." I whispered brokenly, pressing a hand over my stomach. "I did it."

But as joy flickered inside me, so did fear.

Because this baby wasn't mine to keep.