LUCA “Do you like it?” Eliana gasps and steps away from the portrait. She turns on her heel to face me. She's been staring at a painting on the wall for a while now. She nods, looking back at it. “I thought it was pretty and it's very calming to look at.” It's a painting of a landscape. The sky is a deep blue, and the trees are a vivid green. There's a sense of peace and stillness in the painting. I see why she likes it but it was an utterly simple painting, I didn't understand what she was drawn to about it but she seemed to want it more than anything else on the walls. “Do you want it?” She flips back around to look up at me. Then she shakes her head, her curls bouncing around her face. “I was just looking...” She responds, lowering her gaze. She wanted it. I could tell because she's always been an open book to me, the want in her eyes were prominent. I placed a hand against the wall, caging her in and closing the space between us. I grab her by the chin, tilting her head backw

LUCA Patience is not a virtue I possess but when it came to her, I found myself doing the complete opposite of what I thought I could never do. She jolts when I press my tongue through her panties. I fucking loved how responsive she was to me, it was a reaction I deeply craved and she was already soaking, her honey dripping through the thin layer of her white lace panties when I dug my head between her treasure path. Her sweetness engulfed me even through her lace and knowing she was needy for me just as I was for her was another trigger that had my cock hardening against my pants. She sucked in a breath when my fingers brushed over the material she wore. I let my finger rub up and down them, eyes rising to watch her face. She exhaled long and slow, eyes half lidded and head crooked to the side. My fingers grew bolder, more pressure and less teasing. Her hips bucked and another deep breath arched her back. My fingers hooked to the side of her panties, their tips glanced against he

ELIANAI did something I shouldn't.I disobeyed an order. An order that's now granted me a punishment.I dreaded it but strangely enough, I wanted it. Was that weird? Is it crazy that I should feel scared and on edge but instead I feel a low sense of excitement coursing through me.Luca pulls out, I don't have time to welsh from the sudden loss when I'm instantly hurled down from the Isle and spun around. My upper body meets the isle top with his hand pressing me flat onto it. His actions were swift but not rough, as though he was deliberately trying to avoid having me put pressure on my feet.But as I told him earlier, I was fine and it didn't hurt anymore.“I told you not to come. You defied my order, Eliana.” Luca enunciated behind me, his voice echoed dangerously close.“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to.”“What did I say about disobedience?” His voice takes a warning tone.“That—That I'd be punished for it.”“Good. I'm glad you remember. And since you've disobeyed, you get punished.”

LUCAI left Enzo in charge of little Bryan, even though he'd stirred trouble at my club that brought Torrento to my doorstep, I couldn't ignore the fact that he was just a kid and he'd been used.I was a monster but I do not prey on the innocent, but I definitely have no problem crushing those who do especially when said innocent are put up against me. We did a little digging after Bryan's teary confession. His mother was stricken with stage one lung cancer and needed urgent treatment. Aside from his mother, he also had a younger sister to look after, thus his desperate act that led to this shenanigan.And we found out that the goons who'd assigned Bryan his job were Romano's low-ranking hooligans. I should have known but I had a lot of enemies, anyone could have done it. But this time Romano wasn't directly involved and they'd thought if they snagged a major job from their boss's arch nemesis they could go up the ranks—we’d caught a few of them and Enzo drew their confessions out of

LUCA“What the fuck do you want, Romano?” I snarl at my arch rival through the screen of my laptop, cutting his phony greeting.He tuts. “And still as violent and as bitter as ever, Moretti. But I guess some things never change.”“I won't be asking again—”“Yes, yes, I heard you the first time,” He leans backwards into the chair he sat on. I could fully see his upper body now. His clean trimmed hair combed back with a strand that falls over his forehead, sharp golden brown eyes that looked at me with hate and his neatly trimmed dark beards that featured specks of white. Emerald stoned rings lined the knuckles of his fingers and his hand folds over the other. “Truth is… I got bored.” Romano drawls and my jaw ticks, my brows arching.“The fuck do you mean by that?” I seethe through clench teeth but my anger was already starting to leak out of me. I wanted to fucking kill him right now, but I knew something was up. He wouldn't have just called me out of the blue. He wanted something fr