Semua Bab Midnight Love: Bab 361 - Bab 370

The drive to Luca’s penthouse felt endless and far too short at the same time. I sat in the back of the luxurious SUV, thighs pressed tightly together, trying to stop the constant trickle of his warm cum leaking out of me. My leather skirt was still pushed up around my waist, and every bump in the road made me acutely aware of how thoroughly he had just ruined me in that alley.Luca didn’t let me have any peace. He kept one possessive arm around my shoulders while his other hand lazily played between my legs, slowly fingering me the entire ride. Not enough to make me come, just enough to keep me whimpering and dripping on his expensive leather seats.By the time we arrived at the private elevator of his skyscraper, my legs were shaking.The moment the elevator doors closed, Luca was on me again.He slammed me against the mirrored wall, lifting one of my legs high around his waist as he ground his already hard cock against my soaked core. His mouth attacked my neck, sucking and biting

Three days had passed since Luca brought me to the penthouse, and my body still ached in the most delicious, filthy ways. He had barely let me out of his sight, fucking me whenever the mood struck — against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, in the massive marble shower, even bent over the kitchen island while his chef pretended not to notice.Tonight, though, he decided to take me out.“Wear something short and easy to access,” he had ordered earlier, his gray eyes dark with promise. “No panties. If I catch you wearing any, I’ll punish you in front of everyone.”I chose a tight, blood-red bodycon dress that clung to every curve, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. It dipped low between my breasts, showing off deep cleavage. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric as we stepped out of the armored SUV in front of “The Black Rose” — an exclusive underground club known only to the city’s elite criminals and their inner circles.The moment we entered, the heavy

The private bathroom in the back of The Black Rose was luxurious — black marble walls, dim golden lighting, and a large mirror spanning the entire wall above the sinks. Luca had dragged me in here after our risky fuck on the VIP couch, his cum still slowly leaking down my inner thighs.I thought he wanted me on my knees to suck him off like he’d promised.I was wrong.The moment the door locked behind us, the atmosphere shifted. Luca’s gray eyes had turned dangerously dark. He grabbed my throat and pushed me back against the cold marble counter, his body pinning me in place.“You think I didn’t notice?” he growled, voice low and lethal. “That bastard Vincenzo kept staring at your tits the entire time you were riding my cock. He was practically undressing you with his eyes.”My breath hitched. Vincenzo — one of Luca’s rival underbosses from a neighboring family — had indeed been watching us closely all night. I hadn’t encouraged it, but the attention had made me wetter while I was bou

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 or

The lock clicked behind me with a finality that made my stomach tighten. Professor Vale’s office felt smaller than usual, the air thick with the scent of old books, leather, and his dark sandalwood cologne.He remained seated behind his massive oak desk, watching me with those sharp steel-gray eyes. The warm glow of the desk lamp cast shadows across his sharp jaw and broad shoulders.“Lock it again,” he said calmly. “I want to hear the sound.”I turned the lock once more, the loud click echoing in the quiet room. My heart was racing so fast I could feel it in my throat.“Come here.”I walked toward him slowly, my short pleated skirt swaying against my bare thighs. The fact that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath made every step feel dangerously exposing. When I reached the side of his desk, he turned his chair to face me fully.“Stand between my legs.”I stepped into the space he created, my knees brushing against his thighs. He didn’t touch me right away. Instead, he leaned back an