เข้าสู่ระบบ~LUCAS~Her words don't just hurt, they tear straight through me.‘I never loved you, Lucas.’I stare at Fiorella, and for several seconds, I honestly forget how to breathe.I want to tell myself she's angry.I want to tell myself she's only saying those things because she's hurt.But knowing that doesn't make hearing them any easier. Especially when I know her.I know Fiorella.Maybe not every part of her, but enough.Enough to know that Fiorella Vincenzo is not the kind of woman who gives just anybody access to her personal space.She doesn't let people get close. She doesn't trust easily.She doesn't surrender control easily.And she certainly doesn't let a man into her bed, into her private world, into the vulnerable parts of herself, unless she feels something for him.I've seen the way she fights to maintain control over everything around her.I've seen how quickly she builds walls whenever she feels exposed.So when she tells me she never loved me...I kn
~FIORELLA~“Is it Fiorella… or Marcella?”The question hangs between us. And I don't know why I ask it again.Maybe because some foolish, desperate part of me is still hoping that hearing my name from his lips will make everything okay.Maybe I'm waiting for him to look at me and say it without hesitation.‘You.’Just one word……one damn word.And I'd probably forgive him for everything.I'd probably let him pull me back into his arms.I'd probably convince myself that what happened tonight was nothing more than a mistake.A terrible, humiliating mistake.But Lucas doesn't say anything. He just stares at me, and that silence destroys the tiny piece of hope I was desperately clinging to.My chest tightens, and my throat burns.I stare at him, waiting, counting the seconds as I wait.He still doesn't answer, and something inside me cracks…. a quiet, devastating crack somewhere deep inside my chest.And suddenly, I understand.He can't choose me, and it's not becau
~LUCAS~I don't know when it happens.One moment, I'm completely lost in Fiorella, in her warmth, in the sound of her breathing, in the way she looks at me with those eyes that make it almost impossible for me to remember that there is a world outside this room.And then, Marcella's face flashes through my mind.I blink hard.No….Why the hell am I thinking about her right now?I look down at Fiorella.It's Fiorella…..not Marcella.I know that. My mind knows that. My heart should know that too.Yet another image of Marcella comes rushing into my thoughts.Her smile, her eyes, the way she looked at me when I was buried deep inside her pussy.I close my eyes briefly, trying to push the memory away.It doesn't work. If anything, it makes it worse.Why? Why is she suddenly in my head?I focus on Fiorella again, but her striking resemblance to Marcella doesn't make things easier for me.Because seeing Fiorella's face feels like I'm looking directly at Marcella.The sa
~FIORELLA~I squeal as Lucas rolls us as one, his bodyweight pinning me to the bed.Looking up at him, I search for his beloved features. And my fingers go up to touch his thick, sexy hair.I look into his beautiful eyes fringed with long black lashes any girl would kill for. He's so handsome.Dropping my gaze, I concentrate on his full, very kissable lips.From experience, I know how soft they are and how they easily curve into a smile. When he grins broadly, a dimple appears in his right cheek.Forget handsome….. My man is freaking gorgeous.As he gazes down at me, I feel bathed in his love.“I wish we weren't on a trip with limited clothes. I would have loved to dress you up as a naughty school girl, and then bend you over the table, and whip your ass hard,” Lucas says.“Lucas!” I gasp in surprise. “What a wild and naughty imagination you've got!”He chuckles hard.“Don't be too surprised at my naughty self. Not everyone gets to see it,” he says.“So I should count myself lucky??” I
~LUCAS~When Fiorella asked me to take full control and how she surrender herself to me, I simply stare at her.I don't think I've ever been more surprised by anything Fiorella has said.Those words keep echoing through my head, and somehow they feel more powerful than they should.Because this is Fiorella.Fiorella, who argues with everyone.Fiorella, who walks into a room like she owns it.Fiorella, who would rather bite her tongue off than admit she needs anyone.And then she looked at me with those beautiful eyes, willingly placing herself in my hands…. completely trusting me.My chest tightens.I don't want to hurt that trust.I want to protect it.So I leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, and asked her if she's sure, and when she nodded positively, I searched her expression for even the smallest hint of hesitation.There wasn't one, and something inside me shifted.Soon, the playful man disappeared, replaced by something darker
~FIORELLA~We're still kissing on the bed when Lucas suddenly breaks the kiss.I look up at him in confusion, and he's smiling naughtily at him.Hmmmmm…..that naughty smile.I wonder what he's up to.“You said you want to surrender yourself to me, right?” He smirks at me. “Have you changed your mind?”“No,” I reply. “I haven't changed my mind.”“Good girl. Now, I'm going to take full control,” he says, still smirking. “When it gets too much, feel free to ask me to stop.”I chuckle at that.How dominant and controlling can Lucas be to make me ask him to stop??Me of all people??He sits up on the bed and moves to the edge, then points to the floor in front of him.“Stand here,” he orders.His voice is surprisingly low and commanding, that I scurry off the bed to stand in his front immediately.His hands rises to my hips and pulls me closer between his spread thighs.I'm now standing between his thighs, and without thinking, I move my fingers through his hair lovingly.Fuck, I'm in love
~ELENA~Vincenzo doesn’t take his eyes off me as he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto my couch in the room.“Stand up,” he orders softly, but there’s no room for disobedience in his tone.My legs feel weak, but I obey, standing slowly from the bed.Riccard
~NICO~“Dad, I'm not quitting school. I love it there” I say angrily to my father.Vincenzo, Riccardo and I are in my father's private office and he called us for a meeting because he heard I was at Elena's school yesterday.Yes, I get that father has eyes everywhere but wh
~ELENA~The whispers multiply until it feels like the entire hallway has turned into a low hum of excitement.“Who is he? Does anyone know?”“They say he is doing his masters.”“I heard he's transferred.”“Transferred? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”“D
~NICO~The moment my fist connects with Alessandro’s jaw, the sound is louder than I expect. A sharp crack that silences even the shrieks around us.He stumbles, spits blood, and collapses onto the floor.The crowd roars….half in shock, half in awe. Phones are out, cap







