Taming The Beast: His Ruthless Desire

Luca’s POV“Fuck” I thrust harder, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead with my brows pulled together in concentration. But it wasn’t enough. My fingers dig into his hips, raising him higher as I force his head against the mattress, my fingers pulling at his root ends. He moaned out loud, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from pleasure. After a few more thrusts, he came undone, his body shuddering as his seed splattered onto the bed sheets. But I was far from satisfied.Still empty. He gasped as I yanked his head back by his hair, dragging him upright against my chest. His lips parted in awe as I hooked my arms under his legs and lifted him, maneuvering our positions. I rammed into him, harder, rougher, faster, hoping it would make a difference, but it didn't. This was pointless. Frustrated, I pulled out and tossed him on the bed with a scoff. “Hey!” he called after me, his eyes wide in confusion as he sat up, but I was already moving to get dressed. I took a bundle

Alex’s POV“So you weren’t home at the time of the murder?” I nodded, trying my best to stay calm. I was currently being investigated for the landlord’s murder, just like every other tenant in the building. After that night, the man left without even giving me his name, and he handed me a bundle of hundred dollar bills and ordered me to stay in a hotel till the investigation blew over. I still didn’t know why he killed Mr. Gerald, did they know each other? Or was he just a mindless serial killer? Either way. I was fucked. Because now I was associated with him. “…from this day on, your life is no longer yours.” His words lingered on my mind and gawned at my conscience, robbing me of any semblance of peace I had left. Not that there was much in the first place. But still. My throat still hurt from the assault, and I couldn’t help but feel ashamed. I was alive, yes. But at what cost? Now I was in the police station, lying through my teeth about a murder I witnessed with my own eyes

Alex’s POVThe next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and was grateful for it. I winced as I sat up, feeling my muscle ache. Images of the night before flashed through my mind, and I dropped my face in my hands, feeling the warmth of my cheeks against my palm. This was really happening. I had hoped it was all a crazy dream, but this was now my reality and I had to face it. I glanced around the room, wondering where Luca could be. I’m sure he didn’t spend a night with me, that would be too intimate, I was nothing but a plaything to him after all. An envelope on the desk caught my attention, and I struggled to stand, my knees weak. He didn’t hold back. That man….The envelope held a letter that was addressed to me, written by Luca Moon himself. I suddenly felt uneasy. If he left a note then it could only mean he wasn’t home. Taking a deep breath, I read the letter, my eyes widening momentarily. It was a direct order not to leave the penthouse till he got back, and he mentioned a co

Alex’s POV Shit. Shit. Shit. He knows. He knows so I would be dead the moment I lie. “C-college,” I answered truthfully, my voice trembling. Luca tilted his head to the side, unconvinced, but I was grateful he hadn't pulled the trigger. Yet. “College huh?” he scoffed, his weight on the gun shifting. “I swear I'm not lying,” I breathed out, my fists clenching at my sides. “I had an important project I couldn’t afford to miss….” Even if it wasn’t the whole truth, it was still the truth nonetheless. A beat of silence passed, and then he took a step back, lowering the gun, but not completely. “This place is fully equipped with surveillance cameras. Did you think you could leave and come back like nothing happened?” So that was how he knew. I didn’t even consider it, of course, he wouldn’t have left me alone unsupervised, and it was beginning to look like this was his intent. It felt like a test. To see if I would run away if given the chance. If he had gotten here

Luca’s POVI got back to the penthouse at midnight, and when I stepped inside, my brows furrowed as the scent of something warm and savory lingered in the air. I turned to the kitchen, and there I saw Elias having an all too friendly chat with Alex.Alex stood at the stove, cooking God knows what, while Elias perched on the counter, arms folded with a lazy smirk on his face. He says something I couldn’t register, and Alex laughs softly in response, his lips resting in a soft unguarded smile.My jaw tightened. The sight annoyed me. Who knew that fucking crybaby could laugh like that. Not that it mattered. I stepped into the kitchen, my presence immediately shifting the atmosphere in the room. Elias glanced at me first, unfazed, and I knew he was aware the moment I walked in. Alex on the other hand, flinched in surprise, his smile faltering as he averted my gaze. I scoffed. Typical. Elias sighed dramatically as he slid off the counter, stretching his arms above his head. “Well,