All Chapters of TAMING HIS LITTLE DOVE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

He straightened, his own breathing ragged. In one swift motion, he lifted her off the counter and placed her on the floor—facing away from him. He pushed her forward, her stomach kissing the cold marble edge. She braced against the side to steady herself.Lucian’s hands went to her hips, holding her there. He unhooked his suspenders, drawing his trousers down—his cock springing free. Aria’s breath was shallow, then she felt the blunt head of him press against her entrance. He pushed in slowly, a torturing, inch-by inch movement that stretched her open, making her feel every ridge and vein of his thick shaft. “Mmmph….” Her breath came in a ragged gasp. “You feel that?’ He murmured, his voice dark rumble against her ear. “My cock in your fucking cunt. It’s where it’s been craving to be.” He filled her completely. Then he pulled back, almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside. The sudden emptiness left air kissing her entrance, before he drove back in fast. He thrusted in

Aria’s hands moved the spoon inside her teacup slowly—her mind had gone farther from where she sat. She had wondered about so many things before morning. Was it always just going to be like this? Does having sex with Lucian every time she feels conflicted about what she is to him give her clarity? Liana’s legs swung under the table, her hands holding an avocado sandwich, smiles brightening up her face as she looked in Aria’s direction. She had been telling a story about a frog. Something about the garden, a bucket and one of Lucian’s men screaming. How she kept dissolving into laughter before the punch line could land. Aria watched her across the breakfast table with a tight lipped smile. If Lucian wouldn’t admit to putting a tag on her, then what exactly was he keeping her for. The glass wall ran the full length of the dining room. And on the other side of it, down in the wide stone courtyard, Lucian stood with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled to the elbow, watching two of

Domenico’s gaze raked over her. He had put Camilla’s name on this debt years ago—had placed it there and never looked at it again. A grief of that size needed somewhere to go, and she was perfect. She betrayed them—so he had taken all of that and built something to hold on to. Because the only other option was standing again in that lawn. With Vittoria face down in the grass and Liana bleeding in her arms and the question of why he hadn’t been home sat at the corner of everything he couldn’t answer. He shook his head slowly. “Tell me what you know.” “I’m not talking.” She held his gaze, like she could call the shots. “How am I sure you won’t just kill me?” “Do you think your threats have any use here?.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Speak.” “No..” She swallowed, “Not until you promise that I and my daughter would be safe.” He looked at her for a long moment. The muscles in his jaw worked. “You have my word. You won’t die by my hands.” She studied his face—the

“You’ve been at this for twenty minutes.” Aria’s voice came from the doorway behind him. Her gaze raked over him cautiously, with her shoulder rested against the frame. Lucian’s hands were buried in his pockets, his shirt still from last night, with two open buttons at the collar. His footsteps echoed silently as he crossed the villa’s main room—back and forth across the long stretch of old stone floor. Aria stepped inside fully. She had changed into a loose shirt tucked at the waist, and her hair falling down her shoulders but her eyes looked like she hadn’t closed them all night. She stood just few steps from him, her arms folded under her breasts. “Lucian.” She exhaled through her nose, already getting agitated by his repeated movements. Aria had thought all she had to worry about were his words, his jealousy that he couldn’t openly admit. How she’d live not knowing what she was to him. But the look on his face suggested that there were much bigger things to deal with than her e

"We both missed it." Domenico's voice scraped out of him roughly, like the words caught on the way. He wasn't looking at Lucian when he said it. He was looking at the table, at the flat of his own hands on it, the split knuckles. “So we get to carry all of that together.” Aria’s gaze dropped to her feet for a split second. This was it, what Lucian was so sure of. The brother hood they had that couldn’t be broken. She lifted her head to look at him, his eyes had changed, they held so much rage, so much that he was starting to look like Domenico and she couldn’t even blame him for it. Sister Maria?? Who would have thought. She still couldn’t wrap her head around it, but even worse she couldn’t figure out why she would hurt them like that. The room was silent for a moment… Then Lucian straightened. He pulled his shoulders back and his voice came back sharper now—because there was nowhere left for the grief to go except into action. "I guess now I have to bury that traitorous cu