Chapter Four. His Growing Obsession.

As Elena saw Andrea Romano descending the stairs, her body went stiff. She had thought she was ready to face this man, but this encounter proved otherwise. She tried to say something, but before she could, Andrea clapped his hands and approached her, his eyes beaming like Luca's.

"Luca never seems to fail me. You're beautiful," he said, and Elena thanked him quickly.

"But this isn't right," Andrea said almost immediately. "You don't know where Luca is?" he added, sounding suspicious. Elena realized she had been caught and began to make up a story, but a familiar voice interrupted them.

"Father," they both turned to see Luca, who looked handsome as usual in his white tuxedo.

"Ah, the man of the hour," Andrea chuckled. "I was just having a chat with..."

"She's tired, Father," Luca interrupted impatiently. He knew what his father was trying to do.

"You can talk tomorrow," he said and turned to Elena. "Let's go to our room, babe," he said, giving her a feigned loving smile. Elena recognized what he was trying to do and returned the smile.

"Sure," she said, but inside her head, she was panicking. What did he mean by 'our room'? Would they be sharing a room?

As they left Andrea to his thoughts and walked towards their room, Elena couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. What was Luca up to? But then again, she didn't have any other choice. She had to play along, at least for now.

When they finally arrived at their room, Elena looked around nervously. The maid had left them alone, and Luca was closing the door behind him. She could feel her heart racing in her chest as he turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

"What's going on, Luca?" she asked, trying to sound calm.

"What do you mean?" he replied, his voice cold and distant.

"Don't play dumb with me. You know what I mean," Elena said, her frustration growing by the second.

Luca sighed and walked over to her, his hand reaching out to touch her face. Elena flinched away from him, but he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

"I'm sorry, Elena," he said, his eyes pleading with her. "I had no choice. My father..."

"I forbid you to touch me like that, Luca," Elena murmured as he forcefully held her face. "We're supposed to be staying in separate rooms, remember your promise." She gave him a menacing look.

"Did I make that promise?" Luca asked, sounding surprised.

Elena couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Screw you," she seethed. But instead of being deterred, Luca chuckled and pressed his lips to hers with intensity.

She didn't fight him, instead, she welcomed his touch and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I've been waiting for this for so long, Elena," Luca breathed into her ear, nibbling on it. Elena moaned in pleasure, despite knowing she was supposed to resist him and push him away. But something about Luca had taken over her senses after their one-night stand.

"Kiss me," Elena begged as Luca began kissing her breasts. "Oh, slowly, my love... Slowly." Luca continued to shower her with kisses as they made their way to the king-sized bed.

They tore off each other's clothes in a frenzy of passion. How was it that their bodies seemed to yearn for each other like they had always been meant to be together?

Luca moved slowly beneath her as she removed her underwear, feeling cold against his skin. "Oh, Luca," Elena moaned in pleasure.

"Yes, say my name like that, my love," Luca replied, kissing her breast. Elena held his head tightly to her, lost in the heat of the moment.

How could this man make her feel so alive? He was supposed to be her enemy, yet here they were, having a passionate night together on their first day of living together.

Would she be able to resist him if he continued to make her feel this way? Elena knew the answer was no. It was impossible.

Luca found his way to her mouth, and she moaned with pleasure. "Inside me, Luca, please," she cried out.

Luca was enjoying the moment, but he wanted to take his time. Separate rooms? Never. He had never planned on staying in separate rooms with Elena. He would make her want him until she couldn't bear to be apart from him.

"Yes, yes," he said as he brought his manhood close to her. Elena shuddered with anticipation. This wasn't their first time, but she felt a new wave of pleasure wash over her.

And then he entered her, and she let out a muffled scream. "Shhhh..." Luca whispered as he moved in and out slowly. Elena couldn't believe the amount of pleasure she was experiencing that night.

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Luca strode stealthily down the corridor, relishing the thought of waking Elena up for breakfast. He could have easily asked the maids to fetch her, but he was eager to witness her reaction after their passionate night together. Her tough exterior belied a softness that he found irresistible. A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he reminisced about their intimate moments.

As he made his way to Elena's room, his phone rang. The caller ID revealed Rio's name. "Hey, Rio," Luca answered.

"How's it going, man?" Rio inquired.

"Smooth," Luca replied, the enthusiasm evident in his voice.

"Whoa, you sound energized this morning, Luca. Is there something you're not telling me?" Rio probed.

"I'll give you the full scoop when we meet," Luca promised.

"Sure thing," Rio said before hanging up.

Rio leaned back in his swiveling chair, his mind drifting to Luca and his new "bride." Luca had explained that she was a fake bride, but Rio couldn't help feeling uneasy. Luca was his secret obsession, and now that he had a woman in his life, the first woman, Rio hoped that Luca wouldn't become obsessed and fall for her genuinely.

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The morning sun crept through the curtains, caressing Elena's face as she stirred from her slumber. As she stretched, the cool breeze brushed against her skin, and she realized she was completely naked. Panic set in as she frantically looked around the room. And then, there was Luca.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath as she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. She and Luca had given in to temptation last night. But it wasn't right; he was still her enemy.

The door opened suddenly, and Elena clutched the duvet to her chest. Who opens a door without knocking? Of course, it was Luca. The man who had made her feel like she was in paradise just a few hours ago.

"You're awake," he said, a smile spreading across his face as he stood watching her, hands in his pockets.

"So it seems," she replied curtly, still feeling the sting of betrayal.

"You were beautiful last night, Amora," he said, and Elena flushed with embarrassment.

"I don't wish to speak of last night," she said firmly.

"One would think otherwise, my sweet. You couldn't keep your hands off me," he teased, and Elena spat back, "You wish!"

Luca chuckled and climbed onto the bed, moving closer to her. "The truth is, you'd welcome me again if I wanted to have sex," he murmured, his lips dangerously close to hers.

Elena held her breath as she stared at his lips. He was right; she would welcome him again. That's why she needed to act. But before she could say anything, Luca's lips crashed onto hers, and this time it was even more intense than before. Elena found herself unable to resist him once again.

As he pulled away abruptly, Luca watched her for a few seconds before chuckling. "You're mine, Amora. Mine alone," he said before walking away.

Elena closed her eyes tightly, trying to digest his words. This was the biggest mistake she had ever made. She couldn't let herself get swept up in Luca's seductive charm.

"Freshen up and come down for breakfast, Amora," he called out as he left the room, not caring about the effect he was having on her.

"My name's not Amora!" Elena shouted after him.

"I'll call you whatever I want!" Luca replied, his voice fading away as he disappeared down the hallway.

Elena sighed, feeling helpless against the pull that Luca had on her. She couldn't deny the burning desire she felt for Luca, her enemy-turned-lover. She would have to tread carefully if she wanted to survive this dangerous game they were playing.