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0011~ Aria ~The possessiveness radiating from Luca was making heat pool low in my belly, a traitorous warmth that spread through my thighs and made my pulse race. But I refused to let him see it. Refused to let him know that his jealous display in the gallery had affected me at all.I kept my spine straight as we walked toward the exit. Behind us, I could hear the resumed murmur of conversation, feel the weight of curious stares following our dramatic departure."You had no right," I hissed the moment we stepped outside into the cool night air."I had every right." His hand was on my lower back again, possessive, burning through the thin fabric of my dress. "He was touching you like he owned you.""Maybe I wanted him to touch me."The lie tasted bitter, but I needed to push back. Needed to make him understand he couldn't just sabotage every date my father arranged because of his jealousy.Luca's jaw clenched so hard I heard his teeth grind. "Don't.""Don't what? Don't go on dates? D

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0012~ Luca ~I drove us back to the estate in silence, my knuckles white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched so tight I could feel the tension radiating up into my temples. The car still reeked of sex, her perfume mixed with sweat and the unmistakable musk of what we'd just done. My pants were damp, my shirt wrinkled beyond salvation, and I could feel the scratches she'd raked down my back burning beneath the fabric.I couldn't speak. Couldn't afford to say a single goddamn word right now.Because if I opened my mouth, I'd either apologize, which would be a lie since I wasn't sorry for a single second of what had just happened, or I'd tell her we were pulling over again so I could fuck her properly this time. Slower. Deeper. Until she understood that no other man would ever touch her again.My cock twitched at the thought, still half-hard despite having just emptied myself inside her twenty minutes ago. Cristo, she was destroying me. Unraveling every shred of control I'd spent fifte

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0013~ Aria ~I woke up sore.Not the pleasant, lingering ache of a good workout, but the deep, bone-deep soreness that came from being bent into impossible positions and fucked with relentless intensity. My thighs protested when I shifted in bed. My hips felt bruised. And there was a tenderness between my legs that made me wince as I sat up.Damn Luca.Damn him and his jealous possessiveness and the way he'd taken me in that car like he was staking a permanent claim. Damn him for the bite marks on my neck that I'd have to cover with makeup. Damn him for the fingerprint bruises on my thighs that would take days to fade.And damn me for loving every second of it.I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to gather myself. This couldn't keep happening. This cycle of him fucking me senseless and then pretending the next day like nothing had occurred. Like we were just bodyguard and assignment. Like he hadn't been inside me, making me scream his name, marking me as his.Well, not today.

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0014~ Aria ~Two hours.I had two hours to prepare, and I was going to make every single minute count.I stood in front of my closet, rifling through options with ruthless efficiency. Professional, yes. But also undeniably sexy. This was a business meeting, after all, I needed to look the part of a serious businesswoman capable of running a luxury hotel empire. But maybe, just maybe, a small part of me wanted Luca to see exactly what he was missing. Wanted him to suffer through watching another man appreciate what he refused to claim publicly.My fingers landed on a black dress that made me smile.Perfect.The dress was Yves Saint Laurent, a masterpiece of tailoring that walked the razor's edge between boardroom and bedroom. Long sleeves, high neckline, hitting just above the knee. From the front, it was the picture of sophisticated professionalism. But the back... the back was pure sin. Cut so low it nearly reached my waist, exposing an expanse of smooth skin that would make any ma

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0015 ~ Aria ~I turned to face Luca, my expression perfectly composed even as satisfaction curled hot in my chest. His eyes were molten steel, his jaw so tight I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin."Actually, it is possible," I said coolly, my voice carrying just enough authority to remind him exactly who he was dealing with. "I'm cleared for the evening, Luca. There's no security threat, no pressing obligation waiting for me at the estate.""There are always security concerns," he said through gritted teeth. "Especially in public venues where—""Where what? Where I might actually enjoy myself?" I tilted my head, letting him see the challenge in my eyes. "We concluded our business meeting successfully. Jean-Paul has extended a perfectly reasonable invitation for drinks. I see no reason to decline.""Miss Santoro—""My father will be thrilled to hear I'm extending the evening," I continued, playing the one card I knew he couldn't counter. "Building relationships with invest

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0016~Aria~The music found me before anything else did.It seeped through the walls of the VIP section like something alive, slow and deliberate, all low bass and breathless melody. The kind of music that didn't ask permission, it simply demanded. Demanded movement, demanded proximity, demanded the kind of surrender that made sensible women do very unsensible things.I set my tequila glass down with careful precision.I'd had exactly one and a half glasses. Enough to loosen the edges of my restraint without blurring my intention. Because what I was about to do required absolute clarity. Required me to know exactly what I was doing, why I was doing it, and who I was doing it for.Across the VIP alcove, Jean-Paul was saying something about the architecture of the building, nineteenth century restoration, preserved original stonework. He was genuinely interesting company, witty and cultured and easy to be around. Under different circumstances, I might have actually enjoyed tonight for i

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0017~ Aria ~The night air hit me like a slap, cool and sharp, cutting through the haze of tequila and adrenaline that had carried me through the last hour. I kept walking toward the car with measured steps, refusing to rush, refusing to show even a hint of the chaos churning beneath my carefully maintained composure.Behind me, Luca's footsteps were heavy, deliberate, each one a promise of consequences I'd deliberately earned.Good.I slid into the passenger seat, arranging my dress with deliberate care, crossing my legs so the slit revealed a dangerous amount of thigh. I kept my expression serene, almost bored, as if the last hour hadn't happened at all.Luca got in beside me and slammed the door hard enough to make the whole car shudder.He was furious.Beyond furious.And God help me, it made me so unbearably hot I had to press my thighs together to contain the evidence. Heat pooled low in my belly, liquid and insistent, and I could feel myself getting wet just from the violent t

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0018~ Luca ~I didn't sleep.Not even for a single goddamn minute.My mind wouldn't shut off. Kept replaying the evening on an endless loop, Jean-Paul's hands on her waist, her hips moving in those slow, sensual circles, the way she'd arched against him like she was offering herself. The kiss she'd pressed to his cheek, lingering just long enough to make it more than polite.Then the car incident. The way she'd pressed me against the door, her body flush against mine, every soft curve molded to hard muscle. Her hands pinning my wrists. Her hips rolling against me with that same devastating rhythm she'd used on the dance floor. Her breath hot against my neck as she'd whispered exactly what I'd been thinking, feeling, wanting to do.And then she'd stopped.Just... stopped.Left me hard and aching and completely fucking wrecked while she climbed into the back seat with that cool, professional mask firmly in place.I'd wanted to make her understand that she was mine, not Jean-Paul's, no

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0019~ Aria ~Even though my eyes were on Luca, cataloging the tension in his shoulders and the way his jaw had tightened in the last thirty seconds, my mind was entirely focused on the numbers Jean-Paul had just glossed over.The fuel cost oversight wasn't small. It was significant. Potentially millions in lost revenue over a three-year contract period if left unaddressed.The question was whether it was an honest mistake or a calculated attempt to see if I was paying attention.Either way, it ended now."Jean-Paul," I said, my voice cutting through.He stopped mid-sentence, that confident smile faltering slightly. "Yes?"I leaned back in my chair, folding my hands on the table with deliberate calm. Let the silence stretch just long enough to make him uncomfortable. Watched him shift slightly in his seat, the first crack in that polished composure."I have a question about your pricing structure.""Of course. Which aspect would you like me to clarify?""The fuel costs." I tapped one

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0020~ Aria ~"What's happening?" I asked, already pushing back from the table even as Luca moved toward me with predatory speed."Security breach. Multiple hostiles approaching the building." His hand closed around my wrist, firm, unyielding, already pulling me toward the door. "We're leaving. Now.""Wait… my files, the contracts…""Leave them."Jean-Paul stood abruptly, confusion and alarm warring on his face. "What kind of breach? Should I…""Stay here," Luca commanded without looking at him. "My men will handle your extraction separately. Move away from the windows."One thing I'd learned about my father and his organization over the years — before anything reached full crisis, they'd already positioned contingencies. Backup plans for the backup plans. Escape routes mapped, safe rooms prepared, protocols established for every conceivable threat.This wasn't chaos. This was controlled evacuation.Which somehow made it more terrifying.Luca didn't wait for my compliance. His hand re

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