EPISODE 11

LUCA

Her face flushed over my words and her lip gets trapped between her teeth again, a sign that she's nervous.

I'd been drinking after I'd claimed her sweet innocence, because taking a shower didn't seem to help with the right feeling burning away at my chest, feeling agitated with myself that I'd liked it a little too much than I should have.

I liked it a lot, the feeling of her tight, warm, wet cunt wrapped around my steel hard cock. I'd liked the sex with her far too much and it had pissed me off how much control I'd given up to her. It made it worse that she was completely oblivious; so naive and innocent about the power she held.

I refused to give that up. I was a man that was always in control. I retained a cool mainframe even in the most high-rise of the moment. Because that's what it took to command a mafia empire.

But in less than twenty-five hours, my little bird seemed to be creating a crack in my fortress, digging her nails through it. So I found myself in the kitche