Keirah was dancing beautifully, mesmerizing everyone. Lost in music with no awareness of her surroundings and the danger awaiting her. She was unbelievably beautiful. Her pictures in the Free book did not do her justice. She wore a cropped T-shirt and torn jeans. And she had positioned a beautiful ring perfectly on her belly button, which was on her tiny, fast-moving waist. The waist she moved seductively. Her eyes closed; She must be a runway model. Luciano thought to himself. Her body and facial features were intense and insanely feminine. Then she opened her eyes, scanning the crowd until their eyes met. “She is beautiful.” Words came out of Luciano's mouth without his knowledge. Almond-shaped eyes, sculptured eyebrows, sculpted high cheekbones, her lips already a focal point on her face for him. The lips that would call for a kiss every time. And then there was a look in her eyes he couldn't understand. She had a mix of scare and desire all at once and all over her face. Is i

Luciano failed to hold his body still, shaking from fear and the unknown as he watched his uncle walk away with Keirah in his arms, into his private elevator. For the first time, it was so hard to bury his humanity. Pain… The pain he had never felt crossed him. Karma was making him pay for always staying on the sideline when Don Mauro held innocent women captive. And did terrible things to them, and Luciano chose not to intervene. Those women had someone like him, too. Someone who felt this much pain or more. Cement and Concrete stood back, guarding him as they laughed in his face. They expected no retaliation from Luciano. That told him everything he didn't want to know about himself. He was a loser, and his uncle knew it. He did not want to fight his uncle over a woman he had just met hours ago. The woman chose his uncle over him. He stayed. Luciano couldn't manage everything running through his head and went directly to the bar, forsaking everything and ready to drown hims

LUCIANO'S POV At Don Mauro’s warehouse now… “Jesus...” I can't stand the feeling of seeing her die again in my mind all over again. Pain... I will never allow myself to relieve that kind of pain again. I failed her yesterday and God has given me a chance to redeem myself. And against my rationality thinking odds I will just do that, I shove my uncle off on my way as I walk to the glass wall. Hitting it as hard as I can to try breaking it but nothing happens. I can't stand still anymore as I watch a familiar liquid bottle being pulled out of Cement's pocket. He doesn't waste time. Cement squeezes a needle into the bottle to draw the liquid into a syringe before injecting it into Keirah's neck. “No……No…….” I shout out loud. Before Cement can inject fully the content of the syringe into Keirah's neck. I turn around and hold my uncle by the collar. and shout at him. “Tell him to stop right now!” “Vaffanculo Bullet…”My uncle curses in Italian, agitated with muscles in his jaw twitch

I start again afresh, letting her ride my fingers. Waiting for her orgasm to build more. Chewing up my two fingers in her vagina. Building pressure. And at this time around, she raises her eyes to me, notifying me it is not working, and she can't hold herself any longer. She holds on to my erect cock in her two hands. With all her might. She almost injures me and pushes my cock inside her vagina. When I penetrate her with a push. She has exerted on herself; she cries in pain. Tears cover her and I want to get my cock out, but I know that would hurt her more, so I stay still, waiting for her to adjust herself to my length before I pull out. But before I know it, I have premature ejaculation. “Fuck .... fuck!” I curse at myself. She pins my head down on her chest. Her chest raised. After seconds of my ejaculation without waiting, her lower body pushes my cock in and out. Her legs hold me in place. I know I can overpower her if I choose to push her out. But I don't want to. So, I let

At Casablanca Regency Hotel... For the first time in my life today. I kissed and made love to a woman. I had my first true kiss. I walk around the room, lost in thought, watching Keirah sound asleep. Yes, I had my first kiss. With the girl, I am a hundred percent sure was a virgin. Was she? I question myself more. Studying her? With my lack of experience in the matter, I don't know anymore. I haven't let myself kiss someone and have raw sex with them without feeling nauseated. This is weird and kind of something I didn't imagine happening. I have visited so many doctors on the matter and they all could not identify what was wrong with me. This is impossible. I walk out of my penthouse to the elevator and down to the ground floor at first paces to 'Aika'. Aika is my tattoo artist and the only girl who has gotten close enough to touch my skin. The only room apart from my penthouse and bar where I can completely feel safe, be vulnerable, and be able to clear my mind. She has done