Dark (short stories)
The mansion was huge and cold, marbled floors, dark wood, with guards everywhere, they took her straight to the master bedroom, the door closed behind her with a heavy click.
Luca Moretti was waiting.
He was hot as fuck, tall, broad shoulders, black hair slicked back, sharp jawline with dark stubble, eyes like midnight, cold, dangerous, yet beautiful in a Sanger way, tattoos peeked from his open black shirt, muscles rippling underneath. A silver chain with a cross rested against his chest, he was the kind of man women dreamed about and feared at the same time, he was sexy, wicked and untouchable at the same time....