INICIAR SESIÓN~MARCELLA~By the time everything finally settles, the room is quiet except for our breathing.My body feels heavy, warm, completely spent.I barely have the strength to move.Lucas shifts beside me, brushing his fingers gently along my arm.“Hey,” he murmurs softly.I hum in response, too tired to form words.He chuckles quietly.“Come on… we need to clean up.”“I can’t move,” I mumble, my eyes still closed.“Yes, you can,” he says gently. “And I’m not leaving you like this.”Before I can protest, he carefully lifts me into his arms.A small gasp leaves my lips as I instinctively cling to him.“Lucas…” I whisper, burying my face into his neck.“I’ve got you,” he reassures, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.He carries me to the bathroom, setting me down gently on the edge of the sink before turning on the warm water.The soft sound fills the quiet space.He grabs a towel, soaking it lightly before turning back to me.“Stay still,” he murmurs.There’s something s
~MARCELLA~Fuck! What has really entered Lucas tonight??I don't know what it is, but I'm grateful for whatever it is.Lucas has a lot in stock for me tonight.My legs are starting to shake so bad on the bed.He notices it, and with a look of mischief on his face, he splays my legs apart, granting him more easy access to my pussy.“Look at you,” he murmurs softly, his voice thick with admiration. “You’re already falling apart for me.”The wonders of his fingers intensify, and I let out a broken sound.“Lucas…” I whisper, my fingers clutching the sheets as if they’re the only thing grounding me.“Cum for me baby,” he rasps and breathes against my skin.I moan more loudly as his fingers go in and out of my pussy without control.“I think I'm about to cum,” I release a soft cry.He adds more pressure to it and I moan and groan out loudly, unable to control myself anymore.His touch is relentless, deep and deliberate, exploring places inside me I don't know can feel t
~MARCELLA~We are still kissing as Lucas carries me to the bedroom. But before we even reach the room, I laugh softly against his mouth, the sound bubbling out of me with all excitement.“You’re laughing?” he murmurs against my lips, his voice low and rough. “I’m trying to be serious here.”“I can’t help it,” I whisper back, breathless. “You’re just… taking me like I weigh nothing.”“That’s because I don’t feel anything right now except you,” he replies, tightening his hold slightly.I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair, and my legs wrap around him, gripping him in position as he devours my mouth. His grip tightens instinctively, steady, protective, like he’s afraid I might disappear if he loosens his hold.My heart is pounding harder than my body reacts.Oh! I really can't wait for what is about to happen.I really can't wait!Lucas nudges the bedroom door open with his foot, and the room greets us in soft shadows and warm light. T
~MARCELLA~The rest of the drive is quiet.Not awkward… not heavy… just quiet in a way that feels full.Full of everything we didn’t say.Full of everything we’re both trying to understand.I sit beside him, my fingers still loosely intertwined with his, tracing small, absent patterns against his skin as the city lights blur past the window.And for once… I don’t feel like I’m running.I feel… still.When we finally pull into the underground garage of my building, the headlights sweep across the polished floor, illuminating the expensive cars lined up like trophies.Lucas slows the car, his eyes flicking around briefly.I notice it immediately….of course I do.This place screams money and power.Everything he’s been quietly struggling with all night.But he doesn’t say anything.He just parks the car carefully, turning off the engine.Silence settles between us again.The soft ticking sound of the cooling engine fills the space.For a second, neither of us mov
~LUCAS~“Stop the car, Lucas,” Marcella repeats.Her tone leaves no room for argument.I glance around before pulling over to the side of the road.The engine is still running.The night air hums quietly around us.And before I can say anything, she turns fully toward me.“Look at me.”I do.And God…The intensity in her eyes?It knocks the breath right out of me.“Don’t you ever say that again,” she says softly.My brows pull together. “Marcella….”“I mean it,” she cuts in. “Don’t you dare sit there and decide what I deserve.”I blink.“I chose you,” she continues, her voice dropping slightly. “Not your money. Not your background. You.”Her hand moves from mine… to my face….warm and gentle.Her thumb brushes lightly against my cheek.“And for the record?” she adds, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You are enough. More than enough.”My chest tightens painfully.I don’t even realize how close she’s gotten until her forehead nearly touches mine.“You think I had
~MARCELLA~I take Lucas to my favorite spot.A slightly secluded corner, tucked away just enough to give privacy… but still with a perfect view of the entire restaurant.It's romantic, quiet and perfect.We sit down, and almost immediately, a waiter approaches us.I smile politely before turning to Lucas.“Go ahead,” I say softly. “Pick something for us.”He blinks. “Both of us?”I nod, resting my chin lightly on my hand as I watch him.“Impress me.”A small smile tugs at his lips as he picks up the menu.After a moment, he nods and turns to the waiter.“We’ll have the grilled filet mignon with garlic butter,” he starts confidently, “served with truffle mashed potatoes and sautéed asparagus.”Okay…I raise a brow slightly.Not bad.“And for drinks,” he continues, glancing at me briefly, “a glass of red wine… and a sparkling lemonade.”The waiter nods and walks away.I lean forward slightly, smiling.“Look at you,” I tease. “Fancy.”He smirks. “I adapt quickly.”“Oh,
~RICCARDO~The second Elena asks the question, the atmosphere in the room changes.The lightness in Nico’s smirk vanishes.The teasing gleam in his eyes? Gone.Silence slams into the room like a thunderclap.Vincenzo stops cleaning the cut on Nico’s foot. His hands still, his ex
~ELENA~I freeze, my heart slamming against my ribcage.That voice… it's soft.Familiar.Trembling.I slowly turn around, and there she is.My mom.She stands a few feet away in her nightgown, barefoot, arms folded tightly like she's trying to hold herself together. Her eye
~ELENA~I can’t move.My legs are frozen, my brain stutters, and my perfectly glossed lips part in stunned silence.Alessandro fucking Bianchi.Here.In Italy.In Florence. In my space.In my school.I feel like the ground beneath me has cracked open. My pulse thunders.A r
~ELENA~The moment we all got into our various rooms to freshen up after the best sex I've ever had in my life, I hear the car horns blare loudly and the front doors open.Mom and her husband are back.I quickly lock my door. I don't want to have any more conversations wi







