LUCA “What the hell happened?” I directed my question to my clubhouse manager, Carlos, one of the few that I owned in the city and I watched him under the glaze of the neon lights in the room. We stood over the lifeless body of a young woman. She wouldn't be more than twenty five years old. Carlos trembled under my gaze, rubbing his palm against the other as he tried not to show much of his fear. “I–I’m not exactly sure how to explain this sir… she seemed to have consumed something strong and it knocked her up.” I scrunch my eyebrows, staring down at the woman before I turned them back to look at my manager. “I’m not sure I fully understand what you mean Carlos.” I say, biting out his name and he flinches at the stern tone of my voice, rubbing his hands furiously now. He avoids my gaze, looking everywhere but at me. “Well… you see… someone spiked her drink.” “Yes, so I've been informed.” The incident had caused a scene and striked panic within the customers. Everyone bursted
LUCA “Nothing.” “Bullcrap, Luca. What the fuck did you do to her? She's obviously mad at you.” I tsk-ed and Enzo watches me with a pointed look. It's been two days since I roughly fucked her that night because I was ravaged by anger and frustration at what she was making me feel. I was mad because I realised how much I've come to crave her body on mine. I was angry because my best friend might be right and I was— I wasn't going to admit that. I wouldn't. I couldn't. But I'd hurt her when I promised to protect her, I'd become the very people we despised and I'd made her cry. The memory of her face was an image that haunted my mind. This burning feeling in my chest whenever I thought about her or held her body close to mine. I sigh, rubbing my temple. “I fucked her.” I blurted and looked up at Enzo through the rear. His eyes are on the road but I catch the moment where he glimpses at me. “Err, if I'm not mistaken campeón, isn't that what you guys do?” A sudden ache hits me and
LUCA Her shyness drags out a slow smile, I take one of her hand in mind, holding it between us by her wrist. “Isn’t there anywhere you've always wanted to go? Anywhere at all, I'll take you.” She goes quiet again, her forehead creases a little as she thinks. Then her eyes flutters and her lips part. “Maybe… an art shop…” I was taken aback by her answer, I didn't know why, actually, I didn't know what I was expecting. Eliana is a girl locked out from the world her entire life but I'd given her a once in a lifetime chance offer. I'd thought she'd take advantage of that. They always did. All the women I've been with. She wasn't like them, she was nothing like them and it struck me somewhere deep in my core at the realization and I should have known that from the start. No, as a matter of fact, I've known that. I guess it was part of be reason I was fascinated by her. “You have an interest in art?” “Yes,” She beamed, her blueish-grey irises gleaming from the light of the nightstan
ELIANA My nerves were burning the closer time went by. I was finally leaving the mansion for the first time since I was brought here and it was because Luca wanted to take me out. It was our first outing together, a date… or at least I'd like to call it that and I guess I wasn't really mentally prepared. Matilda helped pick out my outfit. She always does, aside being part of her duties, I didn't know how to dress. I mean I could put on outfits that I like but I didn't exactly know the trends. Plus, something about going on a date with the fearsome mafia boss was extremely exhilarating, it made me super nervous. My straight blond hair is done in a light curl at the tip and held in a high ponytail. My makeup is light, even though I told Matilda not to bother with it. I've never worn any makeup before and I very much appreciate my natural features, Matilda threw my disapproval to the ground. She helps me into a long-sleeve cropped button-up blouse and a brown high-waist plain pleat
LUCA “Do you like it?” Eliana gasps and steps away from the portrait. She turns on her heel to face me. She's been staring at a painting on the wall for a while now. She nods, looking back at it. “I thought it was pretty and it's very calming to look at.” It's a painting of a landscape. The sky is a deep blue, and the trees are a vivid green. There's a sense of peace and stillness in the painting. I see why she likes it but it was an utterly simple painting, I didn't understand what she was drawn to about it but she seemed to want it more than anything else on the walls. “Do you want it?” She flips back around to look up at me. Then she shakes her head, her curls bouncing around her face. “I was just looking...” She responds, lowering her gaze. She wanted it. I could tell because she's always been an open book to me, the want in her eyes were prominent. I placed a hand against the wall, caging her in and closing the space between us. I grab her by the chin, tilting her head backw
ELIANA An impressive building stood in front of me as Luca carried me out of the car. He's being overly… sweet? It's not a personality that really suits his demeanour but I can't deny the fact that I liked it. Because he was being that way just for me. It brought out another supposedly, non-existent part of him that no one would ever phantom and it did strange things to my body. His gentle manliness was seemingly more than what I could take. And let's not forget just how breathtaking he was in his all-black attire. It was almost like he was dressed up for me. Almost. I wish. We've just stepped into the restaurant when we're approached by a lean, young man. He looked to be in his middle twenties or early thirties. The warm golden lights from the crystal chandelier highlight the deep brown of his styled hair as saunter towards us. “Mr Moretti,” He stopped a few feet away from Luca, his head bowed in greeting. “We've arranged the place according to your request, sir.” He announced, h
LUCA Patience is not a virtue I possess but when it came to her, I found myself doing the complete opposite of what I thought I could never do. She jolts when I press my tongue through her panties. I fucking loved how responsive she was to me, it was a reaction I deeply craved and she was already soaking, her honey dripping through the thin layer of her white lace panties when I dug my head between her treasure path. Her sweetness engulfed me even through her lace and knowing she was needy for me just as I was for her was another trigger that had my cock hardening against my pants. She sucked in a breath when my fingers brushed over the material she wore. I let my finger rub up and down them, eyes rising to watch her face. She exhaled long and slow, eyes half lidded and head crooked to the side. My fingers grew bolder, more pressure and less teasing. Her hips bucked and another deep breath arched her back. My fingers hooked to the side of her panties, their tips glanced against he
ELIANAI did something I shouldn't.I disobeyed an order. An order that's now granted me a punishment.I dreaded it but strangely enough, I wanted it. Was that weird? Is it crazy that I should feel scared and on edge but instead I feel a low sense of excitement coursing through me.Luca pulls out, I don't have time to welsh from the sudden loss when I'm instantly hurled down from the Isle and spun around. My upper body meets the isle top with his hand pressing me flat onto it. His actions were swift but not rough, as though he was deliberately trying to avoid having me put pressure on my feet.But as I told him earlier, I was fine and it didn't hurt anymore.“I told you not to come. You defied my order, Eliana.” Luca enunciated behind me, his voice echoed dangerously close.“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to.”“What did I say about disobedience?” His voice takes a warning tone.“That—That I'd be punished for it.”“Good. I'm glad you remember. And since you've disobeyed, you get punished.”