บททั้งหมดของ His Father's Obsession, I fell in love with his son. : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

“Still pretending not to be troublesome, huh?” Vic let out a breath of laughter and clapped Luca’s back. “I’m grown now and I’ve upgraded my chaos,” Luca smirked and all laughed as he slid into the booth, but Rob’s eyes were already studying him.“What’s up with you, man?” he asked. “You look like you just walked out of a war zone.”Luca hesitated for a moment, glanced between them both and then shook his head.“Just... family stuff,” he said finally. “Same old crap.”Vic nodded slowly. “Still the same guy, huh? The one who wears the weight of his father’s sins like a coat,” Luca leaned back into his seat, letting the buzz of old friendship melt the edges of his frustration. The warmth of their presence, of this night, was exactly what he needed even if the shadows of his last name wouldn’t let him breathe completely.He sat with Vic and Roberto in a dim, private lounge tucked away in the upscale part of town, the kind with red leather booths, low lighting, and a jukebox that hadn’t

Still in a pensive mood, Luca sat crouched in a dim corner of the bar’s patio, tucked away behind a row of decorative palms that bordered the fence. The streetlights filtered through the leaves in fractured shards that also looked golden.He held a handful of smooth aesthetic marbles from the glass centerpiece on the table beside him, flicking them one by one at the wall across from him. Each marble made a soft click as it hit the surface, but he didn’t seem to hear it because he was lost in thought about what Vic had said about the operation that wiped out the Rossetti family ten years ago when they were barely even up to sixteen years.Ten years is enough to wipe out the memory of it but the way Vic had said it so casually was as though the lives that were lost in that operation didn’t matter at all. It seared at his heart because he knew the pain of losing a loved one.His jaw clenched, and his temple throbbed slightly under the strain of his tightened muscles. The weight of every

I didn’t say a word when Clara walked past the door on her final nightly rounds. Her footsteps were always soft, but I’d come to recognize the gentle shuffle of her slippers and the muted clink of the keys she carried. I held my breath, listening and tracking her every move until her retreating steps vanished completely into the corridor. I could tell that she was gone for good and wasn’t going to return to take any more round checks.The moment I was sure she’d turned the corner, I moved out of the curtains which were now clearly adjusted. I mean, if one stood aloof and looked at the curtains, one could easily tell that something had happened there.Quick and deliberate, I slipped across the room and knelt before the small locker in the far corner where Antonio’s hidden treasure chest laid. I had left the file slightly ajar in my earlier haste. My fingers trembled as I grabbed the folder which was thick and heavy with secrets I barely had time to skim. My heart thudded with every

I still didn’t break away from his grip even though every nerve in my body screamed at me to do so, instead, I stood there, frozen against Luca’s chest, my pulse frantic. My breath came sharp, erratic, like I was drowning above water. His hand stayed firm around my waist, as if letting me go wasn’t even an option he considered.“Start talking.” I clenched my jaw, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. My voice wasn’t soft neither was it pleading, it was cold and controlled.“What are you doing here?” I asked again, sharper this time, reaching forward with trembling fingers toward the wall until I found the light switch and clicked it on.The kitchen flooded with blinding white light. Luca’s hand snapped off me as though the brightness burned him. I spun around to face him, heart still thundering in my ears, needing to see the expression on his face, and wanting to know what I was dealing with.He stood there awkwardly, hands by his sides, shoulders stiff, his mouth opened, but

“Not yet my love,” I grabbed her wrist and shook my head. She tried touching me again, but I grasped both hands and pinned them above her head. I widened her legs again and placed two of my fingers against her panties. The fabric was so wet and slippery, but it would certainly make things much easier. I began moving my fingers slowly against her, making her lips part again. More moans spilled from her lips, and her body began shuddering. I drew little circles around her clit, making her needy and desperate as her lips uttered incoherent sounds.I was almost at the point of release just from watching her tremble, moan, and struggle to get out of my grasp. “Control yourself, Luca,” I thought, and concentrated on her cunt. I changed from making circles to giving her long strokes. Her pussy moved rhythmically with the strokes that my fingers gave. “Luca! I can't…take it anymore. Please…please…” She cried, tears slipping down her cheeks. I couldn't stand her crying, I quickly pulled