All Chapters of Ruined by Desire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

When Luca motioned to help her remove her clothes, Sienna shook her head and knelt down on her knees between Luca’s feet. “I need to return the favor.” Without wasting any time, she grasps Luca’s cock in her hand and squeezed gently. Luca groaned loudly and dropped his head back onto the sofa. Sienna worked her hand up and down his member, squeezing gently and then harder when it got the reaction she was after. She noticed the bead of pre-cum at the very tip and dropped her head to taste it. "You're trouble Sienna." Luca stated as he lifted his head to gaze at the perfect woman between his legs. His perfect woman. Sienna just grinned before closing her luscious lips around the head of his dick. She sucked very lightly and Luca almost saw stars. He wove his hands into her hair and gently encouraged her to take more of him into her mouth. She obliged and slowly lowered her mouth down his shaft. When Luca hit the back of he

Sienna looked up at Luca.“That’s actually kind of sad.”Something flickered across Luca’s face then vanished almost immediately.“There’s the photographer.”“What does that mean?”“You always look at people like you’re trying to find what they hide from everyone else.”“Maybe because everyone hides things.”“Some more than others.”The air shifted quietly between them. Luca moved toward the windows overlooking Milan’s glowing skyline, loosening his cuffs as he stared out over the rain-soaked city below. Sienna watched his reflection in the glass. Beautiful and lonely. Guarded in ways he probably didn’t even realize anymore. She crossed the room slowly to stand behind him. She slid her hands up his back and onto his shoulders whilst leaning her head between his shoulder blades. “You know what’s fr

The fight started because Luca bought her jewelry which felt unfair honestly, because Sienna had survived yachts, penthouses, private jets and approximately fourteen psychologically destabilizing suits without emotionally combusting completely.But apparently one small velvet box was where her brain and heart finally drew the line.“What’s that?” she asked cautiously.Luca looked up from the sofa where he sat reviewing emails in soft evening light pouring through the penthouse windows.“A gift.”That immediately felt threatening. Sienna narrowed her eyes as she stepped further into the living room, dropping her camera bag near the kitchen island.“You said that far too casually.”Luca’s mouth twitched faintly.“It’s literally a box.”“You’re a billionaire. Your boxes are dangerous.”

 Luca Moretti had spent most of his adult life carefully constructing a version of himself nobody could truly reach. Charming enough to be adored publicly. Detached enough to survive privately. It had worked beautifully for years. Until Sienna. “You’re spiraling again.” Luca looked up sharply from his whiskey glass where Matteo sat across from him inside the private lounge of Monaco’s yacht club looking far too observant for a Friday night. “I’m drinking quietly.” “You’ve checked your phone eleven times in four minutes.” “That feels exaggerated.” Matteo glanced at his watch. “Twelve now.”

The storm arrived just after midnight. Not dramatic at first. Just a subtle shift beneath the yacht and a change in the wind. The Mediterranean turning darker beyond the windows while distant thunder rolled somewhere across the horizon. Sienna noticed because Luca stopped sleeping immediately. One second he was beside her beneath tangled white sheets inside the yacht’s master suite, warm and half-awake with one arm resting across her waist. The next, his entire body had gone alert.She opened her eyes slowly.“What happened?”Luca was already sitting up slightly, listening.“A storm's moving in.”Another low rumble sounded faintly outside and Sienna pushed herself upright, hair falling messily around her shoulders while soft blue moonlight spilled through the cabin windows.“You can identify weather by sound now?”“I grew up around boats.”