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 POVThe restaurant was a dream. The walls were a swirling masterpiece of a painted dark blue or black- it was hard to tell, dark gold streaks weaving through the dark colour. Soft, warm light bathed the space, creating an intimate glow that danced on the intricately carved furniture. A gentle melody drifted from somewhere, adding to the atmosphere of refined elegance. In the center of the grand space, a water fountain shimmered, its cascading water echoing the graceful movement of the woman sculpted at its heart. She was an ethereal figure, frozen in a timeless pose, her mouth forever releasing a stream of water, a mesmerizing spectacle that felt ripped from a classic 30s film.Luca pulled back my chair with a flourish, a gesture so smooth and natural that I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. "You like it?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Mmhmm. It looks so good," I murmured, settling into the plush velvet seat. Luca took the seat across from me, his smile as
Lena's POVMy heart stuttered, my words hanging in the air like a broken promise. The look on Luca’s face had shifted from disbelief and delight to something far more unsettling. His features were now hardened, his eyes cold and distant. The hand that had rested on my thigh was abruptly withdrawn, leaving a chill in its wake. He turned towards me, and the expression on his face was impassive, a mask of indifference that sent shivers down my spine. “What did you just say?” he asked, his tone hard and commanding, yet strangely calm. “I-I…” I stammered, my voice catching in my throat. Why?“Lena,” he said, his voice a low growl, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. “I said, I love you,” I rushed out, the words feeling clumsy and inadequate in the face of his chilling silence. “Mmm. Excuse me,” Luca murmured, a flicker of something—anger? Confusion?—crossing his features before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. Withou
Lena's POV I stirred, the car a stifling cage. I was almost attached to the door handle, the urge to escape overwhelming. I couldn’t bring myself to be near Luca. He’d rejected me. Outright rejected me. And here I was, thinking he felt the same way I did. I was in love with him. Completely, utterly, hopelessly in love. And it felt like my heart had been ripped out and stomped on. The pain was sharp, a physical wound in my chest. Why did he do all those things, say all those things, make me feel the way he did, if he knew he didn't feel it too?The ride was agonizingly long. My tears eventually subsided, replaced by a dull ache, a cold dread settling in my chest. Fuck. How could he say those things and not even apologize? Maybe he meant it. Yes, he definitely meant it. Luca never lied; he only ever said what he meant. The realization hit me like another wave of grief. If he said he didn't love me, then it was true.Finally, we arrived at the house. Luca got out of the car and sla
Lena's POVThe sunrise crept into my room, a cruel reminder that another day had begun. Yesterday's curtains remained open, a testament to my chaotic state of mind. Sleep had been elusive; my brain relentlessly replaying the events of the past few hours. Luca… he didn't love me. Fuck no. I shook my head, wiping away at the tears that dared to spill. I'm not crying. Not today.After a while, I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The cool water on my face was a small comfort. The shower, hot and steamy, washed away the lingering residue of the night's turmoil. Once I was clean and dry, I indulged in a little skincare routine – a small act of self-care in the midst of the chaos. I slipped into a comfy baggy shirt and shorts and made my way downstairs.It was early, the kitchen clock read 6:40 AM. The house was still quiet. I perched on the kitchen counter, gazing out the massive window overlooking the garden. The trees were vibrant green, the flowers a riot of baby pin
Lena's POV"It's not really much between me and Marco. He is my boss, like usual, and I work for him. That's it, that's all," Sarah said, her tone deliberately casual."Sarah, you're not going to sit here and lie to me, definitely not," I said, my voice firm. "I saw the look in your eyes when you were around Marco yesterday. I saw the look in both your stupid eyes. You and him.""Marco and I," Sarah conceded. "Okay." She took a deep breath and continued. "If you may put it that way, you can say I'm... I'm in love with him as well."My eyes widened slightly, surprised by her candid confession."I was dead broke about six, seven years ago, and I got fired from my job as a nurse in a government hospital because of him," she continued, a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice. "I started working as a cleaner in a restaurant – well, actually, one of his restaurants. He saw and recognized me, asked me what happened, and I told him. He offered me a job as the nurse in his mafia. I was sc
Lena's POVIt had been two weeks since I last saw Luca, and I was officially losing my mind. Fuck that – I was already crazy. Sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford no matter how hard I worked for it. The days blurred into a monotonous cycle of staring at the ceiling, replaying our last conversation, every moment, every look I'd shared with him and trying not to think about him. It wasn’t working. At all.A loud knock on my bedroom door startled me, snapping me out of my self-imposed trance. I dragged myself towards it, my reflection in the large bedroom mirror confirming my worst fears – I looked like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards."You look like a fucking old witch, man," Marco said, his face contorted in disgust as he stood in the doorway. "I've been asking you for the longest time where Luca is, but you don't want to tell me. I know you know where he is. You just don't want to talk." He shook his head, a mixture of irritation and concern in his eyes.He then wrapped hi
Lena's POVAs I sat there, staring out the window, lost in thought, my heart skipped a beat. I saw someone who looked eerily like Luca. My pulse quickened, and I quickly looked away, trying to convince myself it was just a trick of the light. But the pull was too strong, and I looked back, and there he was. It was actually him.He looked...disheveled, definitely not the put-together man I was used to. His hair was slightly messy, his eyes seemed tired, but he still managed to pull off the look. He was putting on a long brown coat, the collar turned up against the cold, and he had a cap pulled low over his head. Of course, he was still in a tailored suit. He lit a cigarette and stood, his back leaning against his car, his left leg crossed over his right as he took a puff of smoke. He looked like he was waiting for someone.A jolt of pain and joy flooded through me simultaneously. Was this a ghost? I tapped Marco's hand frantically, my heart pounding in my chest. “Is that Luca?”“I gues
Luca's POVI carefully slid away from Lena, trying not to wake her. Peeling back the covers, her naked body was on full display. God, she was beautiful. I lightly touched her thigh, running my hand up its length, and she stirred slightly. I continued caressing, moving my hand higher, until it was between her thighs. Slowly, lightly, I moved my hand back and forth, and she instinctively spread her legs open a little further, still lost in sleep. I chuckled softly at whatever she must be dreaming about.Now I had access. Her clit. Already wet and slick. I started running my finger over it, teasing her gently. I pressed two fingers against her entrance, feeling her walls, and she let out a small moan. I slipped one finger inside, and she jerked slightly. A smile tugged at my lips. I added another finger, starting to move them slowly and deliberately, drawing out the pleasure.Lena’s eyes fluttered. Those beautiful ice-blue depths, meant only for me. My drug. They were filled with lust a
Lena's POVWe were finally done showering, and I was digging through Luca's closet. It was massive, naturally. I settled on this green sweater, and it struck me as so…weird. Luca never wore colors. It was always black, white, grey - the neutrals that undeniably looked amazing on him.He turned just as I was pulling it over my head. He pointed, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "My mom gave me that. I've never worn it, really. I don't like colors, and...it's got a cartoon character on it." It was Scooby Doo."Oh." I pulled at the hem. "Is it okay if I wear it?"He shrugged, a casual gesture that didn't quite hide the fact he was watching me. "Yeah, it's fine."I raised an eyebrow. "Really? You sure?"He insisted a couple times, each time with impatience creeping in. I paired it with his black basketball shorts that were too long for me, pulled my hair up into a messy bun, and called it good. Luca, meanwhile, was just in a white muscle tee and black basketball shorts. He l
Lena's POVI woke up, my face smooshed into a hard, taut chest, and I smiled, instantly knowing who it belonged to. I shuffled to get out, trying not to suffocate, which made Luca wake up. His beautiful green eyes fluttered open, a sight that always made my heart skip a beat."Hi," I said, my smile widening."Hey," Luca mumbled. He reached out and moved the hair out of my face, his touch gentle. "You're beautiful," he finished, his voice still thick with sleep."Thank you," I replied, my smile growing."You welcome," he replied, his voice warm and tender."You know what?" I asked, stroking his beard, feeling the rough texture against my fingertips. "You look good, too.""Really?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice."Yeah. Your hair all grown out makes you look so fucking hot. Like a hundred times hotter," I gushed, my honesty unfiltered."I thought it didn't look good though. I wanted to cut it today. With you here. Half of my stress is gone," he said, a small smile playing on
Lena's POVI stood up from the bed, and Luca sat up, watching me intently. I kneeled in front of him and pulled my hair up into a ponytail, exposing the curve of my neck."Look in my eyes when you do that shit," Luca rasped, his voice thick with anticipation. He already knew what I wanted to do, knew the power I held in that moment. I was going to suck his dick until he begged, until he called out my name in desperate need.I dragged down Luca's pants, along with his briefs, and his dick sprang out, thick, long, and veiny, exactly how I liked it. It was already hard I held his cock in my hand, marveling at its size and the way it throbbed with anticipation. He had an excited cock, the type of cock to jump and move around, eager for attention. A snack that smiles back.I licked his tip, and he shuddered beneath me, his legs shifting slightly, allowing me more space. I licked again, my tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path up and down the shaft. I licked his frenulum, my tongue circli
Lena's POVLuca walked out of the bathroom, his face etched with a tiredness that mirrored my own. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it–""Lena, I really don't feel like talking to you right now," he said, cutting me off, and walked into the closet. He came back out wearing grey sweatpants and laid down on the bed, pulling the covers over his head, effectively shutting me out.I just stood there, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on me. Everything was too much, it was too fucking much. I was tired, so tired of life. I was ready to just… disappear. Fucking go missing.I crumpled to the ground, breaking down into sobs. Everything was too much, it was too fucking much. Before I could even close my eyes, Luca was already by my side, his strong arms pulling me into his chest."I want to go back to LA. I can't stand it, I can't stand it anymore. I need to leave, I'm sorry," I cried, grabbing onto his neck, clutching him as if he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. He was.
Lena's POVI grabbed one of Luca's shirts, the oversized fabric swallowing me whole, and headed downstairs to find him."Let's eat," he said immediately when his eyes landed on me.I almost said something about picking up the trash first, but he was ahead of me. "I picked it up," Luca said, preempting my thought. He really was on edge lately, paying attention to the smallest details.I moved over to where he was sitting on the couch and snuggled into his side as we ate. The food was delicious, and we finished quickly, tossing everything into the trash.It was about 2 pm now, and surprisingly, Luca was asleep. I don't think I've ever seeing Luca just… sleeping. Oh, exceot that one time at the office. But apart from that he was always a whirlwind of energy, constantly moving, constantly doing, always working hard. This quiet stillness was unsettling.I went to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and I felt a presence behind me. Turning quickly, I saw Luca, his eyes red-rimmed and un
Luca's POVI drove, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. The world outside the car faded away, leaving only Lena and me. I kept my speed low, almost savoring each mile, each turn. Every few seconds, my eyes flicked over to Lena. She was a vision of peaceful surrender, her chest rising and falling softly, her head lolling against the headrest. Soon enough, I realized she wasn't just dozing; she was completely out... The rise and fall of her chest was even deeper, more languid now. I was still holding her hand, my thumb tracing circles on the back of it.An internal war raged within me. What was this? Love? Lust? Simple compassion fueled by our shared trauma? I was lost in the labyrinth of my own feelings. But one thing, one horrifyingly clear thing, cut through all the confusion: if anyone, anyone ever laid a hand on her again, if she ever went missing again… I'd burn the entire fucking world to the ground until I had her back in my arms. My girl.Okay, too much. Way too much. I
Lena's POVHis locs felt so good in my hand, the texture a familiar comfort as Luca's hands explored my body. God, I'd missed this. Missed the way his large, cool hands felt against my skin, the way he seemed to know exactly where to touch, where to linger. Every graze, every squeeze sent a shiver through me. I hadn't realized how much I craved it until this moment.A low moan escaped my lips, and I knew I had to take control, needed more than just his wandering hands. Leaning close, I whispered in his ear, the words husky and laced with anticipation, "Recline the seats and take your belt off."He didn't hesitate. There was something so incredibly hot about his immediate compliance, the way he moved at my command. And I saw it flicker in his eyes - the knowledge that my taking charge was a turn-on for him too. It was electric. I motioned for him to stand slightly, and he did, anticipation etched on his face.My gaze lingered on the bulge beneath his briefs, the anticipation building i
Lenas POVI was perched on Luca's back, clinging to him like a goddamn koala. We'd been walking – well, he'd been walking – for what felt like an eternity, maybe ten, fifteen minutes. Finally, I saw it. The car. Salvation. "We're here," Luca announced, as if I were blind."I can see that," I retorted, rolling my eyes."Honestly, I can't understand why you're complaining when you've been on my back all through the walk.""I'm complaining because I don't wanna be close to you," I snapped. The truth was, I was tired, and being this close to him was stirring up too many confusing feelings."That's bad. You're going to be in the car with me for a long time.""How long is the drive?""Two, three hours, and I plan on taking my time. So probably a lot longer.""Then you wouldn't be driving," I declared."Why not?""'Cause I'm going to be driving.""No, you won't be.""Yes, I would.""No, you wo-" Before he could finish that ridiculously childish argument, I balled my fists and whacked him on