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11: A Day In The Avancii Estate
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Maria hesitated at the doorway, fingers trembling against the smooth wood.She should leave.She should ignore the way Lucaâs voice had curled around her like smoke, whispering promises in the dark.But her body was already betraying her.Slowly, she turned back.Luca had shifted his laptop to the side, his chair angled toward her as if making space just for her. His dark eyes flickered with something undeniable, unreadableâa warning and an invitation all at once.Without speaking, he lifted a hand, fingers beckoning.And Maria moved.Each step felt heavier, like the air had thickened around her, wrapping her in something hot and electric.When she reached him, Lucaâs fingers wrapped around her wristâwarm, firm, commanding. He pulled her closer, guiding her onto the desk with effortless strength.Maria let out a soft breath as the cool surface kissed the backs of her thighs, but she barely noti
Last Updated : 2025-03-14THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME Â Â Â 13: The Ministration On His Desk
Maria's breath stuttered, her body trembling as Luca's mouth moved over her, slow and deliberate, tongue lapping through her slick folds with practiced ease.He had been at this for minutes now-teasing, tasting, savoring.Maria was a wreck against the mahogany desk-legs spread wide, robe fallen away, the cool air making her nipples pebble, heavy breasts rising and falling with each desperate breath.Luca's grip on her thighs tightened, fingers flexing against soft skin as he pinned her open.He was loving her like this-bared, breathless, needy.He could feel the way she pulsed against his tongue, taste the way she was already soaking for him, her body offering itself up, willing, desperate.And he loved that she still had the nerve to act like she wasn't.Maria let out a ragged little moan, fingers tugging at his hair, trying to pull him deeper, closer.Luca let her.Let her take what she needed.
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Morning light streamed through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the bed. The sheets beside her were cold.Maria turned her head, staring at the empty space where Luca had been.Gone.She wasnât sure why she expected anything different.Her thighs still ached from last nightâher skin tingled with phantom touches, and her lips were swollen from the way he had kissed her, claimed her, devoured her. She squeezed her thighs together, remembering the way he had pulled her apart with nothing but his hands, his mouth, his voice.And yetâĶ he had left without a word.Maria let out a slow breath and sat up, pulling the sheets over her bare body. The heavy silence of the room felt suffocating.She hated this.Hated how her heart clenched at his absence.Hated how she missed him.Last night wasnât supposed to mean anythingâat least, thatâs what she told herself. It was just a moment of weak
Last Updated : 2025-03-16THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME Â Â Â 15: A Package And A Warning
The morning was bright, the sun casting a warm golden glow over the estate as Maria knelt on the small patch of barren land, her fingers digging into the soil. Sweat trickled down her temple, and a light breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass from the other side of the garden. She had spent the past hour working, determined to bring life to this neglected patch of earth. The estate itself was beautiful, nestled in the quieter part of the city, surrounded by tall trees that shielded it from prying eyes. It was a world of its ownâa place where silence was only broken by birds chirping, the distant hum of the fountain, and the occasional laughter of the staff moving about their tasks. Maria wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and leaned back, surveying her progress. The land still looked lifeless, but she wasnât giving up. Just then, the crunch of approaching footsteps made her look up. Mr. Collins, or Cole as
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Luca stood at the entrance of the hospital room, his eyes fixed on Mariaâs unconscious form. Bruises marred her delicate skin, a stark contrast against the sterile white sheets. The sight made something dark and violent coil inside him.She had almost died.Someone had dared to touch what was his.His jaw tightened as he exhaled sharply. "Stay with her," he ordered the doctor, his voice sharp and cold. "If anything happensâif she even stirsâyou call me immediately."The doctor nodded nervously.Luca turned on his heel and stormed out.He had business to take care of.The drive back to the estate was silent, but his mind roared. Every second, every breath, was consumed by an uncontrollable rage.By the time he arrived, the entire household was already awake, summoned by his wrath before he even stepped inside.His men stood stiffly in a line, eyes wary, their shoulders tense. The housekeepers,
Last Updated : 2025-03-18THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME Â Â Â 17: The Devil's Bargain
The phone call ended with a sharp click, but Edwards Kale barely registered it. His fingers clenched around the device, the plastic creaking under his grip. His breath came in short, uneven bursts, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs.Luca Avancii.Even the name made his skin crawl.That man had walked into his life like a stormâviolent, chaotic, and merciless. And he had taken everything.Maria should have been his.She had no parents, no siblings, no one else to run to. She should have depended on him.That was always the plan.He had never meant to divorce her. No, that would have been too easy. Too clean.He had wanted her to feel trapped.She would cry, she would beg, but she wouldnât leaveâbecause she would have needed him. Relied on him.And then, when she was too exhausted to fight anymore, he would have married Grace. Maria would have accepted it because she wouldnât hav
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Mariaâs recovery had been smoother than expected. After a few days in the hospital, the doctors finally discharged her, much to Lucaâs relief. He had arranged for a private nurse to check on her at home, ensuring she had everything she needed.And for the first time since their engagement, he was home on time.Every evening, Luca would return early, making sure she ate, took her medications, and rested. He didn't hover, but he was thereâalways watching, always aware of her every move.Maria noticed it all.The way his fingers would brush against hers when he handed her a glass of water. The way his gaze lingered on her when she shifted on the couch. The way his arm would settle around her waist at night, as if he were afraid sheâd disappear.He was trying.But she couldnât forget the growing doubt in her chest.She didnât pull away at firstâshe wasnât sure why. Maybe because, for a brief moment, it was nice. The way he t
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Mariaâs body reacted before her mind could.A deep, shuddering breath left her as Lucaâs voice wrapped around her like a velvet chain, tightening around her limbs and making her body hum in response.Maria Mireya Dominic.The way he said it.Deep. Commanding.His tongue curled around the syllables, making her name sound sacred.Only he called her that.Only Luca.Maria felt the sharp sting of frustration and something dangerously close to surrender coil deep in her stomach.His name on her lips felt like a prayer she refused to say.Her lashes fluttered as she took in the man before herâhalf-naked, broad, and tattooed, his dark eyes gleaming with frustration and concern.The sheer size of himâhovering over her, pinning her with his gazeâshould have made her feel trapped.Instead, it made her feelâĶGrounded.Her heart betrayed her, thudding against her ribcage
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The early morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of earthy tones.Luca stood on the balcony, the city stretching far away from him in a haze of artificial lights and the fading darkness of dawn. A cigarette burned between his fingers, the embers glowing each time he took a slow drag.He hadn't slept well.Mariaâs disobedience troubled him, the memory of her soft cries and stubborn glare gnawing at his chest like a dull, constant ache. His body remembered the feel of her, hot and trembling beneath him, even as his mind waged a war he couldnât name.Luca exhaled a curl of smoke into the cold air.Inside, he could hear the faint shuffle of sheets. He turned his head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse: Maria curled beneath the cotton duvet, her baby bump a tender curve even under layers of fabric. A picture of innocence. Fragile. His.His phone vibrated in his pocket, cutting through the silenc
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME Â Â Â 77: A Lesson In Defiance
Maria crawled onto the bed, her breath shallow, her heart hammering against her ribs as Lucaâs dark gaze pinned her in place. The room was thick with tension â the kind that made the air itself feel heavier.âMiddle of the bed,â he said, voice low, dangerous.She obeyed instantly, moving to the center of the cool sheets. Her body was taut, strung tight with anticipation, her pulse skittering wildly beneath her skin.Luca stood against the dresser, shirtless, his sculpted chest rising and falling slowly. In one hand, his phone; in the other, a belt, the leather flexing menacingly between his fingers. The dim light carved hard shadows across his body, highlighting every muscle, every ruthless line.The phone rang once. Twice. A sharp click as the call connected.âVoss,â he said, his tone clipped and cold.Maria's stomach twisted.No.She pushed up onto her knees, desperation creeping into her voice. âLuca, pleaseââ
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME Â Â Â 76: Bound By Consequences
Luca rolled his eyes before speaking in a clipped, almost bored tone. âTake your ass back to Domus Vossus, Alexei, before Voss ruins the whole country down looking for you.âMaria opened her mouth to interject, but before she could get a word out, Lucaâs sharp glare snapped to her.âStay out of it,â he bit out, voice as sharp as a blade.Maria flinched at the coldness in his tone. Her lips pressed together, the urge to argue bubbling in her chest, but she forced herself to swallow it. Luca was rarely this outright harsh with her, and if he was, it meant the situation was far worse than she initially thought.He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before muttering, âEat dinner before you leave, Alexei.âMaria watched the tension in Lucaâs frame as he poured himself a drink. His fingers gripped the glass too tightly, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he took a slow sip. It was a silent warningâone she ignored.Later i
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME Â Â Â 75: Familiar Stranger
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME Â Â Â 74: A Game Of Kings And Queens
When he pulled away, Maria smiled beautifully, her lips barely brushing his as she whispered, âDo I have to?âShe was almost whining, a soft, breathy sound that sent a flicker of warmth down Lucaâs spine.His lips quirked. She knew what she was doing.He chuckled, his fingers tightening slightly on her waist, thumb tracing the dip of her spine in slow, idle circles. âYouâll get what you want, mi reina,â he murmured, amusement laced in every syllable. âBut I expect proper compensation.âMaria squealed, delighted, throwing her arms around his neck. Her warmth pressed against him, and the scent of her perfumeâsoft, floral, and distinctly hersâwrapped around him like a drug."Thank you."She had always known exactly how to win.Her excitement made him chuckle, a deep, indulgent sound, but before she could pull back, she added, âOh! When can I see Gina?âLuca hummed, his lips trailing lower, brushing against the delicate shell of her ear. He felt her shiver, barely perceptible, but it was
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME Â Â Â 73: The Art Of Persuasion
Sitting in his study, with Maria staring at him like she always had, Luca sighed deeply. The dim glow of his desk lamp cast flickering shadows over the rich mahogany furniture, the faint scent of aged paper and leather-bound books filling the air.His fingers curled around the sleek black pen in his hand, but he barely glanced at the documents before him. Instead, his focus remained on herâthe woman who had mastered the art of distraction with nothing more than a lingering gaze.âWhat is it?âMaria blinked, feigning innocence. Her hazel eyes gleamed with mischief, catching the light just enough to make them dance. She even tilted her head slightlyâthe same way she always had when she was about to manipulate him. A habit he knew too well, yet never quite managed to resist.âNothing.âLuca exhaled through his nose, the sound sharp against the thick silence. He set his pen down with a quiet click, fingers smoothing over the fine grain of his desk before he lifted his gaze to hers.âMire
