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 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
The sky was a dreary shade of gray, the kind that blankets the world in a muffling stillness, as if nature herself was mourning. I stood by the freshly dug grave, my mother’s name etched in marble before me. "Maria Rossi – Beloved Mother," it read. The final rites were a blur of incantations and muffled sobs, a somber symphony of loss. My mother had been the anchor in my life, the one person who could see beyond the polished exterior of Luca Rossi, the billionaire CEO, and touch the raw, vulnerable soul within.The cemetery was cloaked in a respectful silence, interrupted only by the shuffling of feet on the gravel path and the occasional murmur of condolences. I wore my usual armor—an impeccably tailored black suit—but today it felt like a shroud, constricting and heavy. The priest's voice, low and monotonous, drifted over the sea of black-clad mourners, but his words barely registered. My eyes were fixed on the casket, a sleek, dark mahogany vessel that now held the woman who had be
After the familiar hum of the car ride back to my penthouse, the city lights flickering like ghosts in the rearview mirror, I felt an unsettling restlessness. The penthouse, with its sweeping views and cold, empty spaces, did little to comfort me. My mother’s death had left a void that even the most luxurious surroundings couldn’t fill. As I stared out at the twinkling lights of the city below, I made a decision. I wasn’t going to sit here and let the darkness consume me. Not tonight.I left the comfort of my penthouse and headed back to the club, but this time I drove myself. The act of driving, of being in control, was strangely liberating. The city seemed to pulse with life as I navigated the streets, each turn a reminder that I was still here, still capable of moving forward.The club’s facade loomed ahead, a beacon of distraction and escape. I parked my car and walked through the entrance, the familiar sounds and scents enveloping me like a second skin. I made my way up to the se
His gaze held mine, smoldering with an intensity that sent a wave of heat through me. This close, I could see flecks of gold in those mesmerizing green eyes. "Let's get out of here," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against the backdrop of the club’s throbbing music. He gestured towards a hallway I hadn't noticed, partially hidden behind a velvet curtain.My heart quickened. My logical side, the one that had survived five years in Manhattan, screamed at me to politely decline, to order an Uber and retreat to the safety of my apartment. But something in his gaze, a mix of command and raw desire, short-circuited all rational thought. Besides, hadn't I come here for a distraction? This was certainly distracting.He must have mistaken my hesitation for reluctance, because a slow smile spread across his lips, making him even more devastating. "Don't worry," he chuckled, his voice a low purr in my ear. "It's not what you think. Unless you want it to be." With that, he rose from his
A wave of heat washed over me as he shifted, his body aligning with mine. I felt the blunt tip of his cock pressing against my entrance, and a mixture of fear and anticipation coursed through me. He was so big, and I was so incredibly inexperienced. “Daddy,” I breathed, my voice trembling slightly. He paused, his gaze locking with mine. "It's okay, baby," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through me. "I've got you."He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine as he began to stroke himself with his hands, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. Each stroke brought him closer, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance, sending sparks of pleasure and a hint of delicious pain shooting through me."You feel so good," he groaned, his breath hot on my skin. "So fucking good." I guess he was imagining it was me.Then, without warning, he slammed into me, filling me completely or so I thought. A cry escaped my lips, a mixture of pain and pleasure so in
I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling, disoriented and unsure of where I was for a moment. Luxurious, high-thread-count sheets caressed my skin, the scent of something expensive and masculine lingering in the air. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it all came rushing back. Mr Gorgeous. The club. The way my body had betrayed me, surrendering to his touch with an eagerness that still surprised me. My hand instinctively went to the space beside me, expecting to find it warm, but it was empty. Disappointment, sharp and unexpected, pierced through me. Had I really expected him to stay? He was quite the definition of a Playboy, tall, handsome, probably stupidly rich, for God’s sake, a man used to getting what he wanted and walking away without a backward glance. I turned on my side, burying my face in the pillow, inhaling his scent, and that’s when I saw it. A small, folded piece of paper resting on the bedside table. My heart skipped a beat as I reached for it, my fingers trembling s
The air left my lungs in a rush, my carefully constructed composure shattering like thin ice. It was him. The man from the club. My "Daddy" for the night. And he was sitting behind a massive mahogany desk, the very picture of corporate power and authority. Mr. Rossi. The CEO. My mind reeled, replaying every stolen touch, every whispered word, every gasp and moan from our night together. My cheeks burned with the memory, shame and a thrill of something dangerous twisting in my gut. I stood frozen, my mouth slightly agape, my well-rehearsed introductory speech dissolving into a jumble of incoherent thoughts. He was watching me with an unreadable expression, a flicker of something akin to amusement dancing in the depths of his dark eyes. It was gone as quickly as it appeared. "Close your mouth, Miss…?" He arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, the gesture both condescending and undeniably attractive. He didn't remember my name. Of course, he didn't. "Please," he continued, his voic
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
Luca's POVWe sat there in a comfortable silence, the tension between us slowly ebbing. I rested my chin on her head, enjoying the rare quiet moment. "I used to come here when I was a little bit younger-" I started, wanting to share the place’s significance."Luca, please, I don't care," she cut me off, her voice edged with irritation."Ouch," I said, feigning hurt. "You do actually, you're just mad so shhh," I said, gently placing my hand over her lips, silencing her protests. "I always came here when everything was too much, whenever it felt like I had the whole world on my shoulders. I would jump into that sea and keep my head under the water for about ten minutes and then it felt like I almost free from them. It always felt like I dumped all the problems there.""Open your mouth," I suddenly said, and after a brief pause, she did as I said. I put my index and middle fingers in. After a moment, she started to suck on it, which made me smirk against her head. "All my problems up