LOGIN~LUCAS~The moment I step into the bathroom, everything shifts.The air is warmer in here… thicker somehow. Steam already clings faintly to the mirrors, like the room itself is anticipating what’s about to happen.And then there’s her.Marcella.Still in my arms… still soft against me… still very, very naked.My throat goes dry instantly.I try not to think about it, but I fail.“Lucas…” she murmurs, her voice quieter now, a little breathless, like she’s suddenly aware of everything too.I don’t answer immediately. I just walk us toward the bathtub, my grip tightening slightly as if I’m afraid she might disappear if I loosen it.Carefully, I lower her down into the tub.She settles against the smooth surface, her hair falling over her shoulders, her skin glowing under the soft bathroom light.For a second…I just stand there, looking at her.Completely gone.Completely lost.Marcella tilts her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips as she notices the wa
~LUCAS~Warmth.That’s the first thing I feel.Not just any warmth… the kind that seeps into your bones, slow and deep, like you’ve been wrapped in something soft and safe for hours. My body feels heavy, relaxed in a way I’m not used to. No tension. No pain. Just… peace.For a few seconds, I don’t open my eyes.I just breathe.Soft sheets beneath me. A mattress that feels too good to be mine. The faint scent of something sweet and feminine in the air. My brows pull together slightly.Where am I?My eyes finally blink open, slow and lazy, still half-lost in sleep.The ceiling above me is unfamiliar….too clean, too perfect. Not the cracked paint of my apartment. Not the cheap fan spinning lazily above my bed.Confusion settles in, and then it finally hits me.I'm in Marcella's house. My girlfriend's house!And then I remember everything that happened last night.My heartbeat picks up slightly, not from panic… but from the sudden rush of memory.And that’s w
~MARCELLA~“Show me that gorgeous pussy of yours,” Lucas grunts and I do that.I pull my pussy lips apart, allowing him to see my very pink clit and pussy.His hand is now frantic on his dick and his mouth is wide open as I spread more legs wider for his better view.I'm feeling so exposed. So exposed, but I'm loving it too.I start playing with my clit and finger fucking myself while Lucas watches with open mouth.And I love that my thighs are shaking as I play with myself. I love the bounce of my breasts as I play with myself for him.I can feel and see it now.My Lucas is losing control.“Come here,” he grunts, still holding his dick in his hands.I walk seductively towards him slowly, and then I hover around his lap for just a moment.The music on my speaker changes as I carefully drop myself onto his dick so as not to cause him pain from his injuries, since he hasn't fully recovered.I drop all the way down on his rock hard dick with my hands on his should
~MARCELLA~“Lucas Santis, are you ready for me?” I ask teasingly.He nods and smiles sheepishly at me.“Yes, temptress Marcella,” he says, returning the same energy.Yes! I'm loving this energy from him.I push him gently to sit on the bed.“Marcella, I'm so curious. What do you want to do?” He asks.“Just sit back and enjoy the view. I want to make you horny and fucking hard, baby,” I whisper in his ears.And I feel him shiver.My goodness! I'm loving this.I have never been with a man so naive and innocent like Lucas.And somehow, I like it as I'm the one in control.I step back from Lucas, and just then my favorite music comes up.I take two sips of my wine before putting it away again.Shit, my nerves are rippling through me, and my belly is fluttering.I have never done this before.I have never danced naked in front of anyone before.But with Lucas, I'm ready to try it out.I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and switch to my dirty self.And oh, the wine
~MARCELLA~Is this really happening??No…..scratch that.This is happening.Lucas just asked me out… and I said yes.I’m still smiling like an idiot when it hits me—hard and sudden, like a spark catching fire inside my chest.Tonight has to be special.No… not just special.Perfect.My eyes light up, and before I can even stop myself, I grab his wrist, excitement bubbling out of me.“We’re recreating it,” I blurt out.He blinks. “Recreating… what?”“The first time we met,” I say, grinning now….wide, mischievous, full of energy I can’t contain. “At the club.”His brows lift slightly, confusion flickering across his face.But I don’t give him time to question it.“Don’t move!” I point at him dramatically before spinning around and rushing out of the room.My heart is racing….not from nerves this time, but from pure excitement.God, I feel alive.I practically run all through, my footsteps echoing as I head straight for the kitchen. I yank open the cabinet, grabbing a
~MARCELLA~Is this really happening??Is Lucas really proposing to me and asking me to be his girlfriend??For a second… I can’t breathe.Not because I don’t know the answer.But because of the way he asked.Lucas didn’t just ask me to be his girlfriend.He offered me everything he is… like it’s something small.Like it’s not the most real, most terrifyingly honest thing anyone has ever placed in my hands.My chest tightens, and then…suddenly….it bursts.A rush of warmth. Of happiness. Of something so overwhelming it almost makes me laugh and cry at the same time.Oh my God.He actually asked me out.He wants me.My eyes sting slightly as I stare at him.This boy… standing in front of me like he’s about to be rejected.Like I might laugh.Like I might walk away.Like I haven’t been completely, hopelessly his for longer than I want to admit.My lips part, but no words come out at first—not because I don’t have an answer…But because I have too many.“Lucas…” I
~ELENA~My chest tightens as I hold the key tight in my hands.Sophia Romano. What really happened to you?I move toward the closet on instincts. There are two closets in the room–one where my clothes are kept and the other that looks untouched, close to the shelf that was
~ELENA~Vincenzo can take my cunt, take my ass, take my throat. He can take me and do whatever he wants with me.When I see the anger in his stare, my heart leaps, because the rage has come from the depths of him.I give myself up completely as I choke and drool. He has
~VINCENZO~The bastard is on his knees, shaking and begging like a coward that he is.Sweat pours down his face even though the basement is freezing. His hands are tied behind the chair with industrial rope, the kind that bites through skin just by existing. His breath is f
~ELENA~Warm sunlight bleeds through the curtains when I wake again, but what really pulls me from sleep is the sensation of hands…..three sets of them……touching me softly, carefully, like I’m made of something breakable.Vincenzo is the first one I see. His hair is a m







