LOGINBlurb. The candle tilted in his hand, a drop of wax falling onto her breast. She gasped, arching, but he held her down with a firm grip on her hip. “Too much?” he asked, his lips brushing her ear. Her breath shook. “No…” Another drop slid lower. She whimpered, thighs pressing together. “Open for me,” he said, voice low but steady. She obeyed, shivering. “Luca…” He smirked, dragging his tongue over the hardened wax. “Not Luca.” She tried so hard not to say the words, but the wax kept on dropping on her skin, his touch against her body was nothing to write home about. Her cheeks flushed. “Daddy…” “That’s better,” he whispered, another drop marking her skin. “Say it again.” Her nails dug into his shoulders as she moaned. “Daddy.” ****** She's 21 and he's 39. Sold at an auction, Mirabelle never expected her buyer to be Luca DeLuca—the most feared mafia heir in the country. Luca had bought her for a different reason, but didn't imagine he'd keep her. Their marriage was supposed to be a lie, a deal for power and just to deceive his father. But his touch burns, his jealousy cuts deep, and every night with him pulls her closer to danger and to a love she swore she’d never feel.
View MoreChapter EightMirabelle’s POVSilence. A heavy silence.The words I had just spoken still lingered in the air, and my chest tightened as I waited for his reaction.What was my fate going to be after daring to ask that question?"He's my brother," Luca finally said, his tone calm, too calm. "He came to claim you back, like you heard. He already paid money to your aunt so he could have you." His lips curved, almost mocking. He reached lazily for the table, picked up a chip, and chewed as though we weren’t discussing my entire existence.I stared at him, my stomach twisting. "I’m a human. You don’t just buy people like that because you want to. Do you even realize how heartless that is?"His eyes glinted. "Oh, don’t get too sentimental here, darling. Everyone has their way of getting what they want. I told the auction team to contact your aunts, offered them money, and they put you on the stage. Simple." He shrugged, like it was nothing.Simple? Humiliating me, breaking me down in front
Chapter SevenMirabelle’s POVI watched him, unable to say anything. Fucking psychopath. I tried resisting, tried pulling my body away from his grip, but he turned me over in one move. My back hit the bed while he pinned me down above me.“How the hell are you still strong after all that bleeding?” My voice came out breathless as I struggled, but it was useless. He was heavier, stronger, and my arms felt weak under his hold.Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, sliding down my temple. My chest heaved fast, every breath rough from the way he had trapped me.Then I felt it. Warm blood trickling down my neck again. The bleeding had stopped earlier, but with the way he held me now, it had started all over.“You’re bleeding too,” he murmured, his eyes on my neck. “I thought you’d die the moment you were in my brother’s arms. I wonder what you did to him to make him act that way.” A crooked smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, making my stomach twist.“Please… let me go. I need to sto
Chapter SixMirabelle’s POVLuca took a step forward.“Don’t.” Rafelo’s voice dropped, the gun digging harder into my skin.But Luca didn’t stop.The sound of the gunshot shattered the silence. My scream stuck in my throat as Luca twisted his body at the last second. The bullet grazed his arm, tearing into him. Blood splattered, and his men shouted in panic.“Boss!”They all raised their guns, but not one of them fired. They couldn’t. If they shot at Rafelo, I’d be the one caught in the crossfire and they Knew Luca wouldn't want them."Let go off me." I tried struggling with Luca."You are so hot when you get angry. I wonder if you'd react the same way if I fuck you so hard. You are meant for me, and I came here to take back what's mine."Rafelo smirked, pressing me tighter against him. His confidence made me sick. He thought he had won. He thought I was just a shield.He didn’t know about the knife.My hand slipped behind me, fingers brushing the cold steel I had hidden under my clot
Chapter FiveMirabelle's POVMy heartbeat spiked the instant he stormed out of the room. I dropped flat on the bed, my mind blank as the sound of constant gunshots rattled the walls.This was just a tip of an iceberg. The way he has reached the other time shows me that this wasn't the first time something like this would be happening, and it seemed like a normal occurrence to them all.I wouldn't stand and accept something like this forever. I wouldn't want to get married to a man like this He had told me not to step outside, but staying in here felt just as dangerous. Maybe this was the only chance I had to escape.The guards would all be outside, fighting. Busy. Distracted. I’d have to risk my life to slip away.Slowly, I pushed myself up to my feet, my legs trembling. My eyes darted around the room, desperate to find anything useful once I got out. Nothing. Just walls, curtains, shadows.I tiptoed toward the door, my hand shaking so hard it barely gripped the knob. Beads of sweat
Chapter FourMirabelle's POVThe sting on my neck hadn’t faded. His fingers had wrapped around it so tightly, like he wanted to squeeze the life out of me. I’d never felt such fear before not from the men who stared at me like meat, not even when I was sold like a thing. But him? Luca? He didn’t ju
Chapter ThreeLuca’s POVIt was rare to see a girl untouched. A body no man had ever laid hands on. I thought she just had an innocent face, but I never knew she could be that innocent.I should’ve felt proud, being the first and only one to taste her. But it wasn’t just about that. There was somet
Chapter TwoMirabelle’s POVI stared at the gun he’d carelessly tossed onto the bed. It sat between us like a warning. His hand still gripped my waist, and his eyes roamed freely and hungry, dangerous.I knew what kind of man he was. It would be hard to refuse him. He hadn’t just bought me… he owne
Chapter OneMirabelle’s POVDarkness was all I could see. Murmurs, laughter, and the sound of people’s footsteps were all I could hear. My hands rubbed tightly against each other, while my teeth bit down on my lower lip in fear.The last thing I remembered were the tears flowing down my cheeks as I






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