Vows Of Deception

Luca’s POV “Why the fuck did I kiss her, why did I not turn my foolish body and walk away?” I mumbled under my breath after the hard kiss I and my wife just had in plain sight, for the world to see.I looked at her and noticed the tears in her eyes and the tiny blood at the corner of her mouth from where I focused my nibbling on. Something stirred in me and I mentally willed my third leg to be still and not act up. I saw something flash in her green eyes and I chuckled inwardly. Desire… My dear wife was not as pure as I thought she was. Here I am, crushing her mouth with enough force to snuff out her life, and there she was enjoying every bit of the forceful kiss and still daring to cry crocodile tears.My god! Women are monsters and the worst pretenders on earth. The tiny pity I was about to feel died instantly and I felt disgust rising to my throat. How many men has the whore been with? She was enjoying a forceful kiss too much and I wondered if that’s how her past lovers kissed he

Luca’s POVThe journey back to the mansion was a haze of rage and annoyance. I couldn't shake off the lingering, disturbing arousal that had filled the drive. Emma's rebellious attitude, her sudden burst of emotions, and her bold display of her body had triggered a difficult-to-manage response in me. When I arrived at the grand house, I was prepared to release my bottled-up anger. My plan was straightforward. Emma needed to be reminded of her position. Her resistance and efforts to sabotage me had led to this point. I had to make her understand, in the most physical way imaginable, who held the power. Emma occupied my every thought as I strolled through the magnificent entrance. Her wide swaying hips and bum, anger, and vulnerability fueled a growing fire within me. Her eyes widening when she discovered I saw her naked perfectly revealed her mixed feelings, and it only made me more determined to show my dominance over her. I walked to her room with a focused determination. Emma’s

Chapter 6: Luca’s POVThe charity event was coming to an end, with the monotone murmur of obligatory chats and fake smiles gradually receding. I lingered at the bar, sipping a glass of whiskey, lost in thought amidst the dazzling scene. These occurrences were identical: superficial, expected, and extremely dull. The individuals in this place have come to observe and get noticed, to associate themselves with my reputation, my influence. However, the significance of everything hardly entered my thoughts. I was not present at the party. My existence served as a warning of the authority governing this city. But this evening, a different disturbance was troubling my thoughts. Emma is a name. My wife walked into the hall with a calm and composed demeanor, her expression giving nothing away, moving gracefully as if nothing had happened the night before. The black dress clung to her body beautifully, highlighting her shape and drawing the eyes of all the men in the room. I was aware of the

Chapter 8: Luca’s POVWhile heading back to the estate, the only sound in the car was the soft rumble of the engine. The soft glow of the streetlights brightened the calm city streets. But my mind was anything but still. It was a storm of conflicting thoughts, a tangle of emotions I couldn’t afford to entertain.The memory of Emma’s bare skin flashed in my mind, uninvited. Her body, the way it responded to me, the way she had melted against me despite the fire of resistance in her eyes—it all haunted me like a stubborn ghost. I had taken her, claimed her in a way that left no room for misunderstanding. She was mine. She knew it. I knew it.But there was something about her reaction that gnawed at me.I had anticipated that she would put up more of a struggle, to oppose me with the passion she frequently displayed in her gaze. However, there had been a hint of something different lurking below the surface, something I couldn't quite identify. Submission? No, Emma wasn’t the type to sim

Chapter 10: Luca’s POVI forcefully closed the door to my office, the noise echoing down the hallway, yet it failed to alleviate the anger building up within me. Each step that took me further from her room felt like a battle raging in my mind, one in which I was uncertain of the outcome. I still felt a tingling sensation on my skin from her touch, with the flavor of her kiss still present in my mouth. However, it proved insufficient. It would never happen. Emma…. She was pushing me beyond my limits, triggering buttons I didn't even know existed. I could still perceive the fiery determination in her gaze, hidden underneath layers of confusion and anger. She believed she could despise me, she could repel me, but she was mistaken. She was unaware of the extent of my control or how completely she belonged to me. Sitting at my desk, the leather chair creaked under me as I reclined, looking up at the ceiling in an effort to restore a feeling of control. Despite that, I couldn't erase th