Lena's POV: The hours melted into one another, each one as empty and silent as the last. I was a prisoner in Luca’s room, scrolling through my phone, the silence in the room deafening. It was beyond frustrating. The mansion was a fortress, a sprawling labyrinth of secrets and wealth that I was ill-equipped to navigate. Luca and Marco were the only two people I knew in this entire city, and my family back in New York… well, let’s just say I wasn’t exactly eager to reach out to them right now or ever really..... It was mid-day, and my stomach rumbled in protest. I craved pizza, a greasy, cheesy pepperoni filled slice that would make me feel a little less lost. But even ordering food felt like a gamble. With all the security, I wasn't sure if my pizza would even make it through the gate. The thought was both absurd and terrifying. I didn't even know where we were, the mansion alone was like a hideout. I settled back onto the bed, my stomach grumbling. I was exhausted, the constant
"Get on the bed," he said, his voice low and husky. "Get on all fours." I obeyed, my body trembling as I obeyed, my back arching. He disappeared into the closet. I waited, my mind racing, my body trembling. He came back a moment later, carrying a leash, a dildo, a candle, a belt, and a pair of handcuffs. The red lingerie felt like a second skin against my heated flesh, and Luca's gaze seemed to burn through the delicate fabric. He reached for the straps, his fingers brushing against my skin. I felt a shiver run through me as he pulled the straps down, the silky fabric sliding across my skin, the sound echoing in the quiet room. He pulled the lingerie away, revealing the smooth expanse of my skin. His gaze travelled down, his eyes lingering on the delicate lace of the bra. He reached for the hook of my bra, his fingers tracing the curve of my back as he unfastened it. The bra fell away, leaving my breasts exposed, their plumpness and fullness fully in view. His eyes darkened a
The underside of his shaft pressed between my pussy lips and clit, the rough texture of his skin against my sensitive flesh. I was already so fucking wet, throbbing with need, the anticipation of his touch making me ache. "Now princess," he growled, his voice a low rumble, "I'm going to take care of you and treat you like my slut. You'll kiss me in this position. I want to see how wet you can get for me, for my cock. And I want to feel it throb between your clit." His words were a symphony of desire and dominance, a promise of pleasure and pain that sent a shiver through me. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, and smashed his lips against mine. I was a moaning mess, my body a tangle of need and anticipation. The pressure of his cock against my clit, the feel of his rough hands on my skin, the taste of his mouth on mine, it was all too much. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted him now. I started to grind against him, my hips moving in a frantic rhythm, my pussy seeking the r
Lena's POV We lay there for a long while, tangled together, catching our breath after the wild storm of our passion. My body still hummed with the aftershocks of our climax, every muscle a tender ache. Luca's arm wrapped around me, his touch a comforting weight, pulling me closer to his warmth. He stroked my cheek with a gentle hand, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. A soft smile appeared on his lips, and he murmured something in Italian, "Vorrei che la mamma ti avesse incontranto. Sarebbe stata così orgogliosa di me." A language I didn't understand but whose melody was as sweet as honey. (I wish Mama had met you. She would have been so proud of me). He kissed my forehead, and I giggled, reaching up to pinch his cheeks, biting them playfully. He wore a fake pout, a dramatic expression that made me laugh again. "Ouch, you hurt me, my little princess." He playfully slapped my ass, making me gasp. "I can tell you like that, hmmm my dirty little criceto." His Italian accent t
The grand staircase loomed before me, each step a reminder of the long, exhausting day. My tie hung loose around my neck, a testament to the adrenaline that had coursed through my veins during the emergency meeting with Hernandez. The news was good – we finally had a lead on Dmitri’s whereabouts. But the exhaustion was heavy, a leaden weight settling in my limbs. It was already past midnight, and the silence of the mansion echoed the emptiness I felt inside. I had promised Lena I’d be home earlier, but the meeting had stretched on. To make up for it, I'd stopped by the corner store and grabbed a tub of her favorite cookies and cream ice cream. It wasn't much, but it was a gesture, a way of saying I was sorry for being late. I needed to talk to her. As I entered our room, she was already asleep. Her soft breaths filled the room, a symphony of peace and contentment. The moonlight streamed through the window, bathing her in a soft, ethereal glow. She was so beautiful, so perfect, my
Lena still clung to me, her body a warm, comforting weight against mine. But the tears that streamed down her face, the silent, choked sobs that racked her frame, were a stark contrast to the warmth of her embrace. She didn't say anything, and the silence, thick and heavy, was killing me. I wanted her to scream, to yell, to throw something, anything, to release the pent-up emotions that were consuming her. Anything but this suffocating silence. I felt a tightness in my chest, a constricting band around my heart. The silence was unbearable, each tick of the clock hammering at my sanity. My fingers itched to reach out, to touch her, to offer some comfort, but fear kept me rooted in place. I knew I was walking a tightrope, each step a gamble, and the last thing I wanted was to push her away for good. "Lena," I whispered, my voice rough with desperation. "Talk to me. Say something." She finally looked up at me, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen, reflecting the storm that raged within
"I have something to tell you.” Luca murmured against my ear I looked up at him, my eyes wide and filled with an intensity, I knew he had something to say, we had to talk “Go on,” I whispered softly, my voice reasurring, urgent. "I'm in the mafia" The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The weight of his words settled on my shoulders, heavy and suffocating. A single tear traced a path down my cheek, leaving a cold trail of fear and confusion. "I'm the Don of the Italian mafia," he continued, his voice low and steady, but I felt a tremor run through him. The air thickened with unspoken tension, the only sound the choked sobs that escaped my lips. I clung to him, his warmth the only comfort in the face of the truth that had crashed down upon me. I wanted to stand, to pull away, to escape the suffocating reality, but I couldn't. I needed to feel him close, to feel the warmth of his presence, to hold on to the last vestiges of normalcy. Why the fuck was I crying? Was he okay? Was he
The bed felt cold and empty, the warmth of Luca's body gone. I was alone, abandoned in this dangerous world. Did he really think I was just going to leave him? He’d told me how to get back home, but did he not see the fear in my eyes? The desperate plea for him to stay? Did he truly think I would just walk away from him, from everything that was now unfolding? He was foolish if he thought that, very foolish. I dragged myself out of bed, my head throbbing and my whole body aching. I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection, a perfect embodiment of how I felt- like shit. My eyes were red and swollen, the remnants of a night spent crying myself to sleep.I walked to the bathroom, needing a hot bath. I turned on the water, watching it fill the tub as my mind drifted, replaying the events of the last few hours. When the tub was half full, I climbed in, the warmth of the water a welcome relief to my aching body. My muscles relaxed, the tension easing from my shoulders, but my heart rem
Lena's POVI looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a ghost. My eyeliner and mascara were smudged, a testament to my tears, brought on by Luca's dick. I was a mess, but I was also so incredibly turned on. Luca cleaned me up, and we both returned to the room. I reapplied my eyeliner and mascara, my hand steady now. Luca zipped up my dress for me, teasing me as he did so. The dress was so fucking beautiful, it complimented my body perfectly. The low neckline made my breasts almost spill out, and Luca's gaze kept shifting from my face to my chest, his eyes burning with desire. I met his gaze, my own eyes filled with a playful challenge. I stepped into the YSL shoes he had bought me with the dress, but my legs weren't steady. "Babe?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. "Hmm," Luca responded, fixing his suit. He didn't look at me. "I don't know if I can come. I can't walk in these shoes. My legs are weak," I said, my voice a little shaky. "Lena, I'm not cancelling my first date w
Lena's POVI watched as Sarah and Marco walked out of the house, Sarah emerging from the office a few minutes after Marco. It was just me, Luca, and Raiden now and in my opinion Raiden and Luca were having a good time, actually. "Where do you think they went?" Raiden asked Luca, as they sat on the couch. "I don't know. Probably to talk," Luca replied, his voice casual. "Talk about what?" Raiden pressed, his curiosity insatiable. "Adult talk," Luca said with a smirk. "You wanna know?" I knew exactly what was going through his head and shot him a glare, but the smile on my face remained. There was a permanent smile on my face ever since Raiden finished his food and ran to Luca, who was sitting on the couch with his phone, probably dealing with company issues and stuff. Raiden was all over Luca, and Luca, from the look of it, wasn't quite sure what to do. It seemed as though he didn't like children, or maybe he didn't want to be disturbed, or maybe he just didn't know how to handle
Marco's POV“I swear on whatever it is that you worship." She flinched, her fear evident in her eyes. Sarah knew how to push non-existent buttons. Fucking Christ."Now tell me," I said, my voice dangerously low. "Where does all your monthly income go? And choose your words carefully.""William," she said immediately, the words tumbling out of her mouth. William? The same fucking William? I swear I laughed in her face, she was fucking crazy just like I knew her to be. Stupid bitch."How? And why?" I said, my voice a growl. "He… uh… he… I.... I just wanted to…" she stammered, her voice cracking."Sarah," I said, a warning in my tone."He… Marco, he wants the money. He always comes at the end of every month, sometimes on different days and demands for money. And if I don't give it to him, he'll threaten me with Raiden. And my house was broken into last week when Raiden was still with Mama… and he's dangerous, I just…" Sarah spoke out, words tumbling out if her mouth. I could see her b
Marco's POV"She died the other day, then Mummy had to come into work yesterday," Raiden said, his voice small and fragile as he flung into me like I was going to leave too. I nodded, a deep "mmm" erupting from my throat. "You miss her, don't you?" "Yeah," he sniffled. "But I need to be strong for Mama. She was really sad too, and if I keep on crying, she's gonna be worried. I want to be strong for her." "Yeah, that's it," I said, ruffling his hair, a small smile taking k we my lips. "I'm so proud of you for that." Sarah literally birthed the best child ever.Raiden stared up at me, his big hazel eyes wide, his face a spitting image of his mother. His father's DNA stood no chance. "Really?" "Yeah, really. And you know who else is proud of you too?" I asked, poking his belly. His brows furrowed as he tried to think. "Who?" he asked, disappointment seeping into his voice when he couldn't place who. "Your Nana. She's proud of you for looking out for her daughter, for being a strong
Lena's POV Marco was now heading out of the room, Raiden glued to his chest like a little koala. “Why does he look so much like you?” Little Raiden's voice called out to Marco. “He’s my brother,” Marco said, his voice a low rumble. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a brother,” he replied, his voice quiet and gripping Marco shirt even tighter and snuggling close to him. Cute. So fucking cute. “Sadly, I do,” Marco said, closing the door behind them with a soft click and immediately Luca laid down on the bed, pulling me closer to him. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. He kissed all over my face, showering me with kisses that ranged from light and playful to deep and passionate. I giggled, the sound a joyous echo in the quiet room. “I missed you,” he said, his voice rough with desire. He unbuttoned his shirt, his touch lingering on my skin. Then he stood up, pulling off his pants. He was left in only his briefs, his body a tatted, toned and sculpted masterpiece. I tried, oh
Lena's POV“Thank you baby, I love you,” Sarah said, chuckling as she ruffled her son’s hair. “Mum, I'm not a baby, stop,” he said, pouting. He was so cute, so ridiculously cute, it almost hurt. “Sarah, I’m sorry,” I finally voiced out, the words a clumsy attempt to express the jumble of emotions that swirled within me. She looked at me, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's fine," she said, nodding. "I'm okay."“Yeah,” “Um… where is um… the… underboss?” she asked, the question tumbling out, a little awkward, a little hesitant. What's wrong?“You mean Marco?,” “Yeah,” I nodded. “He’s not around. He and Luca went to LA, but they should be back by tomorrow.” "Oh, okay," she said, her eyes searching and looking out if place. "Any issues?"“No, not really… um, he uh… he’s kind of a problem sometimes,” she said, gesturing towards the little boy. He hit her on the thigh, screaming “Mom!” Sarah chuckled, ruffling his hair. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said soothingly. “He not fon
Luca's POV I moved to the car where Dmitri was sitting, his face pale and drawn. I entered the back seat and slid beside him. “Turn on the back lights,” I said to the driver, Matteo. He complied, the soft glow illuminating Dmitri’s face. I looked into his eyes, and even though he tried to hide it, I could see the fear simmering beneath the surface. He had a tough exterior, but under it all, he was just a broken man. And when his gaze met mine, he saw it – the reflection of his own brokenness in my eyes, that I was willing to show. I smirked at him, relishing the fear I saw etched on his face. He should’ve known better than to mess with me. “Dmitri, if you fuck this up, you know how bad it can get?,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. He tried to maintain his composure, but his eyes darted around nervously. He was a fish out of water, trying to appear menacing but failing miserably. I could see the fear dancing in his eyes, a pathetic attempt to appear tough. “It’s a question,
Luca's POV From the corner of my eye, I saw Ricardo talking to Lena, and they were heading out. I knew Ricardo was up to no good. I felt Marco’s hand on my shoulder, and I turned to him. “You should go after your girl before he falls in love with her too and you blow off and pull a trigger on him,” Marco said, a smug smirk on his face, clearly trying to irritate me. I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face so badly, but I held back. I was going to be a better man- for Lena. “I’m sorry for what I said and how I acted earlier,” I said, my tone calm and measured. Marco looked taken aback for a moment, his smirk faltering, before regaining his composure. I stuck my tongue out at him in my head. Yeah, Marco. Take that, I'm grown now. He straightened his suit, facing me fully. “Are you not going out today?” “No, I want to spend the day with Lena.” “Well, I’m sorry too – I didn’t mea–” “I know.” “Fucking let me finish,” Marco said, his voice laced with annoyance. “I didn’t mean
Lena's POV I woke up with a smile already spreading across my face. Thankfully, I was still nestled in Luca's arms, his strong, warm body a comforting weight against mine. I traced his jawline with my fingers, admiring the sharp angles and the soft curve of his cheek. His lashes, impossibly long and dark, cast a shadow across his face, a subtle reminder of his undeniable beauty."Buongiorno, bellissima," he murmured, his voice deep and husky with sleep. His Italian accent, thick and unmistakable, was like velvet against my skin. A perfect man with so many flaws. I was hopelessly, helplessly in love with him.(Good morning, beautiful)His eyes flew open, and those beautiful green orbs locked onto mine. He pulled me closer, his hand spanking my butt playfully."Luca!!" I squealed, giggling."Mmm, how are you feeling today?" he asked, his voice a low purr."Honestly, I don't feel bad. I felt a little bit of pain and discomfort the first day I woke up, but I feel good now. Not too good,