The ride back to the penthouse was silent but charged. My body was completely wrecked — thighs sticky with Luca’s cum, ass sore from his rough claiming in the bathroom, and my red dress wrinkled and slightly torn from his impatient hands. I sat beside him in the back of the armored SUV, legs trembling, trying to catch my breath.Luca didn’t speak. He simply pulled me onto his lap, facing him, and held me close with one arm wrapped possessively around my waist. His other hand slipped under my dress, not to tease, but to gently cup my swollen, abused pussy as if marking his territory even now.When we finally stepped into the penthouse, the city lights sparkling through the massive windows, Luca didn’t lead me to the bedroom.Instead, he took me to the luxurious living room and sat down on the wide leather couch, pulling me down to straddle him once again. This time, there was something different in his eyes — darker, more serious, beyond just lust.“Take the dress off,” he ordered q
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