MasukLust and love
Luther POV “Get me a cappacino cofee” I said to my cook as I made way to the varenda, fresh air hit me as it calmed my nerves while sending chills down my spine, I could feel blood pumping on my below as my thought raced immediately to rose. I remembered the club, her eyes, her hands, how she drew me closer and lastly her moans. “Was this lust or love ?” I thought to myself but I definitely was sure that it wasn’t just lust , I’ve been with other women sexually I didn’t really think of them that much. And I didn’t miss that even sexually as much as I missed rose. “Someone is here to see you “ Marco cut into my thought as I turned to face him. “Who could be here this early “ “ it Marylin sir “ he said as I scoffed , “Let her in “ “Hello dear” Marylin walked in her fragrance filling the room , her gown red and white revealing , she knew I also liked red and she definitely had a motive. “Why are you here so early Marylin” my tune firm. “I’m just here to see you , yunno jt early, and it’s about to rain soon” she said as she placed her purse on the table feeling comfortable with the environment. “Your coffee sir” my cook said as he immediately turned to leave. I walked to the table making sure my eyes doesn’t leave Marylin , cause only God knows what she was planning as I sipped in my cofee while sitting watching her. “Don’t you think that coffee wouldn’t be enough “ she said as I remained quiet. “It cold, it early , I can see your boner through that robe” she said as she came closer, swaying her hips seductively , then I knew what she wanted. I and rose weren’t in a relationship yet, so perhaps I could make use of this opportunity , perhaps to clear my head, I needed to understand what I felt for rose, and just like as if she could hear my thoughts. She came closer took the cofee off my hands as she sat on my legs and kissed me slowly till I could feel myself hard. She got down, took my length into her mouth till she gagged on it, releasing her throat and tightening at same time. I moaned , but my voice husk as I stood up , pulled her gown down , caressed a boobs for a bit then turned her over, rammed into her slow at first, increased my tempo bit by bit till I got faster, I could feel my body almost climaxing, I didn’t bother to hold myself anymore as I pulled out and climaxed. “I still need you” she said her voice a bit low almost like she was moaning. “That enough Marylin “ I said as I sat on the chair as she looked at me startled. “IT seems this girl has more effect on you than you think” “What do you mean” “You didn’t touch me enough, you immediately turned me over , no long foreplay and lastly after the sex you don’t even want more, it more like you just used me to satisfy yourself , I know how sexual you can be and this is unlike you” she said “ I did warn you Marylin, didn’t I” I said as she dressed up and picked up her purse. “You’ll hear from me “ she said as she stormed off, The door slammed, echoing through the hallway like a warning shot. Marylin’s perfume still lingered in the air, sweet and suffocating, but my thoughts were nowhere near her. I reflected on what she just said . “ she didn’t lie, I haven’t had sex yet with rise it was just foreplay, but I wanted her, yeah I could have sex with others , but it was she I truly wanted. She was right. I didn’t want her. Not really. I leaned back in my chair, robe slightly parted, cooling sweat clinging to my skin. The high faded as fast as it came. A poor attempt at distraction. My body had responded, sure but my mind… it was still on her. Rose. Her voice still haunted my head, the way she whispered “Okay. I’ll drag myself out.” like she meant every damn word. And the worst part? I let her go. I closed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. What the hell was I doing? She was danger. Not because of what she did but because of what she made me feel. Vulnerable. Unfocused. Human. That wasn’t a luxury I could afford in this business. Not with the enemies I had. Not with Conti lurking, watching, probably already plotting. A knock on the door pulled me from my spiral. Marco again. “What now?” I barked. He stepped in, his face unreadable. “Sir, we got a call from one of our guys near the apartment. Rose’s place was broken into.” My heart dropped—but my face didn’t flinch. “Anyone hurt?” “No. She wasn’t home yet. But the place was ransacked. Whoever it was left a black envelope. Inside was a bullet and a note.” I already knew before he said it. “You chose the wrong side.” Of course. “Get three men on her apartment. Round-the-clock. I want them outside, unmarked. No contact unless necessary.” “Yes sir.” He turned to leave, but I stopped him. “Marco.” He paused. “If anything happens to her… I’ll hold you personally responsible.” His eyes flickered, just slightly, then he nodded and left. I stood, tossed the half-full coffee into the sink, and stared out the window into the grey clouds forming. Rain was coming. So was war. But it wasn’t just business anymore. I wasn’t just protecting an asset. I was protecting her. Rose. And the scariest thing? I wasn’t sure if I could. I could feel my phone vibrating as I picked it up , and there it was written “Vicenzo conti”.Rose’s POVThe atmosphere felt different lately..peaceful in a way I hadn’t experienced for a long time. It had been a few days since Marylin left Luther’s apartment, and honestly, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The place finally felt like home… or at least something close to it. I could breathe, laugh, and not worry about someone glaring at me from the other side of the table.That morning, I was in the dining area having breakfast…toast, eggs, and a cup of coffee. The sun slipped through the large glass windows, painting warm gold across the marble floor. I had my hair tied in a messy bun and wore one of Luther’s shirts that almost reached my knees. It still smelled like him..dark, musky, and somehow comforting.I had just taken a sip of my coffee when I heard footsteps descending the stairs. My eyes lifted, and there he was.Luther Lombardi, my complicated man, dressed in dark sweatpants and a black shirt that hugged his body perfectly. His hair was sl
Luther POVThe moment I walked into the living room and saw the two of them standing opposite each other, I knew something was about to explode. The air was thick… heavy with that quiet kind of war women wage with their eyes long before words even start flying. Rose stood her ground, her jaw tight, while Marylin’s smirk told me she was enjoying every second of it.I paused at the doorway for a second, letting the silence stretch before I spoke. “What’s going on here?”My tone was calm, but sharp enough to slice through the tension in the air. Both of them turned. Rose’s eyes met mine for just a moment… there was a flicker of relief there, but she didn’t say a word. Instead, she turned around and walked past me without looking back. The faint scent of her perfume trailed after her, light and faintly sweet.Marylin, on the other hand, stood still. Her expression didn’t falter. If anything, she looked amused.I sighed quietly and ran a hand over my jaw. “You want to explain?”She gave a
Rose POVThe first thing that hit me when I opened my eyes was the smell of food… warm, rich, comforting. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. The soft sheets, the quiet hum of the air conditioner, the faint scent of expensive cologne… none of it felt familiar.Then the memories came rushing back… the attack, the panic, the pain, Luther’s arms around me, the sound of his voice telling me I was safe.Safe. That word sounded foreign to me.I turned my head and saw a tray on the nightstand. Bread, omelette, orange juice… simple, but neatly arranged. I didn’t wait to think; I was starving. The first bite melted in my mouth, and before I knew it, I’d eaten half the plate. For the first time since yesterday, I felt a small sliver of calm.Still, the silence of the room pressed on me. Everything here screamed luxury… the velvet curtains, the gold-trimmed mirror, the faint sparkle of marble floors that peeked from under the rug. Luther’s house. I had never imagined I’d be inside his world
Luther POVThe night was quiet, or at least it had been. I sat across from Marylin in the lounge, the faint glow of amber whiskey in her glass catching the dim chandelier light. She crossed her legs deliberately, always too calculated with her movements.She was talking about something about the deal in Barcelona, about how she thought I should push harder on the Conti cartel’s weak link. I nodded absently, my mind only half in the conversation.The sharp creak of the door cut through her words. Marco stepped in, his face pale, urgency written in every line of it.“Boss,” he said, voice low but pressing. “We’ve got a situation. Rose’s house..it’s being broken into.”My chair scraped against the marble before he’d even finished. My blood turned to fire. Rose.I stood, but Marylin’s hand shot out, her long nails grazing my wrist. “Are you serious right now?” she said, her voice laced with disbelief. “You’re about to run off—again—for a woman who doesn’t belong in our world?”Her eyes nar
Rose POVThe café lights reflected warmly on the table as I stirred my coffee absentmindedly, a soft smile tugging at my lips. Diana sat across from me, leaning forward with her elbows on the table, watching me closely. I couldn’t hide the way my thoughts kept circling back to Luther—the man who had turned my life upside down in ways I hadn’t expected.“You’re glowing,” Diana teased, narrowing her eyes knowingly. “Don’t even try to deny it. You’ve been thinking about him again.”I laughed softly, though I didn’t deny it. “Maybe I have. I don’t know, Diana… it’s different with him. He makes me feel… alive. Protected.”Her smile faltered, replaced with something colder. “Rose, you need to stop this fantasy before it ruins you. You think Luther is any better than Vicenzo? They’re cut from the same cloth.”Her words cut deep. My smile faded, and I set my spoon down with a quiet clink. “That’s not true. Luther isn’t Vicenzo. Don’t compare them.”Diana leaned back, crossing her arms. “Then
Luther POVThe night air was calm, almost too calm. I sat back on the veranda, the weight of the cigar burning between my fingers, smoke curling lazily into the evening sky. The glass of whiskey beside me glowed faintly under the warm light, the amber liquid swirling every time I lifted it for a sip.Moments like these were rare—moments when I could breathe, when the chaos didn’t come crashing down on me. But I knew better. In this world, peace was nothing but the silence before a storm.And right on cue, my phone vibrated against the wooden table. I glanced at the screen and couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at my lips.Vicenzo Conti.I took the call. “Vicenzo,” I greeted smoothly.“Luther,” his voice was hard, deliberate. He wasn’t in the mood for games. “I’m ready to make my payment. I know you have my shipment… and my men. I want them back.”I leaned forward, resting my elbow on the armrest, savoring his desperation. “Finally. Took you long enough. I was starting to think you’d







