LUCA
“So, where’s my money, Morelle?”
Fear, an old friend arrived, the presence he always created on the faces of men whenever they saw me or caught a glimpse of my image is always exhilarating. It was a feeling I thrived for. The ever present aura that married me now graced the face of the man before me, on his knees with two of my bodyguards guarding up behind him and blocking off the exit.
He gulps frighteningly, struggling to take a breath, his eyes wandered everywhere else but at mine.
“Time’s ticking housemaster.”
“It’s… I… I don’t have it… yet, Mr Moretti.”
My leg crosses over the other and I twirl the glass of scotch on ice that I held at hand, the golden brown liquor dances to the conduct of my fingers over the glass tip.
“Well, I don’t like the sound of that Morelle.”
He shivers. “Please, give me a little more time.”
“Mmm, I don’t think you’re really in the position to make demands.”
He gulps again, sweat beads over his forehead and leaks down his temple. Then he braves a look at me but they fall at my feet before they had the chance to hold courage.
“You’ve had enough time to prepare for this day. My family’s protection privileges doesn’t come freely. You know that and that is why we’re in this business, isn’t that so?”
“Yes, that is correct, Sir.”
“Then tell me why you’re wasting my precious time?”
“I would like to make up for that…”
“So you have my money then?”
His hands fist at his sides and his jaw muscles moves taut.
“I-I don’t.”
“Hmm,” The cold liquor burned my throat as it slid down into my mouth. “I don’t like the sound of that either.” Morelle’s eye sockets almost gave up life when they saw the silver tilt of my pistol and I point it to his face.
The air grew thick in silence as though it recognized the next course of action that was about to take place in the room. His fear streamed frozen tears down his face; pitiful but yet an irritating sight and nothing disgust me more than the tears of a cowardly man.
There was no pity in my eyes, no remorse in my soul. I’d come to this orphanage solely for one reason and if I couldn’t have that then someone was going to pay with blood. That person right now shivered with intensity as he cried for his miserable life, offering up a chance to redeem himself.
I’m a man of few words. I simply took what I wanted, when I wanted and what I wanted right now was my god damn money.
“But… I can offer you something worth the value…” His words caught my attention in both curiosity and annoyance because I knew just how vile this man could be. He was a selfish coward whenever he got into trouble.
I withdrew my gun and tilted my head. He seemed to have regained a little courage, he rubbed his hands cautiously as he spoke his next words. “One of my girls…” He says.
“She’s a diligent worker and quite the beauty… I think you’ll find her rather appealing and best of all, she’s a virgin.” He laughs nervously and that was when the most utterly, gut churning disgust filled me. Morelle Reyllis was really a disgusting coward.
In my world, there were gods and there were beast, those ready to devour each other and then there were scums; those who’d do anything to get a black taste of power and by all means necessary. They would drag down anyone they had to just for the sake of their selfish interest.
I was no saint either, I’d done things far worse than these scums.
On the other hand, I recently became the new Don of my father’s empire.
I tilt my gun back to his face, “Why would you think she’d be worth my money?” My voice becomes grave and it puts Morelle in a place of bitter distraught.
His response to my question didn’t come any sooner, my agitation took me off my feet. I stood before him in three strides. His head raised high to watch my towering form and I enjoyed the sight of his quiet sniveling mixed with the fear that shook his very being. His eyes followed my movement as I slowly crouched before him.
The cold tip of my metallic silver pistol gun pressed under his chin and it consumed him; the fear in his eyes cocooned a wormhole that devoured his soul in that instant.
A smirk plays across my lips as his eyes begs me not to pull the trigger. One tug, a measly pull and it’d be over for him.
“Tell me Morelle, of what use would she be to me?”
My gun bobs underneath him, over gulping movement and his mouth falls open, closes then they open again.
“She…” He starts, “She….” but stumbles over his words.
“Can she fight, Morelle?” Another gulp but no response. He opens his mouth to speak but the words didn’t come out.
I tap the gun over his jawline. “Can she kill, Morelle, hmm?”
When he said nothing, I pulled him by the back of his head and he grunts in pain. His body freezes over at the sound of my gun clicking against his temple.
“Has she ever pulled a trigger before? Touched it? Does she know what a gun looks like? Does she know what it’s going to do to your head in the next two minutes?”
His head bobbed incessantly in placement for words frozen over his tongue and his tears stained his face even more.
“Do tell Morelle, I’d really love to know.”
The next thirty seconds was filled with tears and incoherent words that turned out to be agonizing pleas. My soul was incredibly fed up from the pitiful sight of him and honestly, it made me wonder why I hadn’t already laid waste to this pitiful creature in front of me.
“Golden…blond hair.” Mumbled words reached me.
“What?”
“She has golden blond hair. Blue-grey eyes…”
Tugging hard on his head pried his eyes wide open and he released a gasp as though he was breathing air for the first time in a long time.
“Do I look like a fucking joke to you?”
Yet something within me stopped me from pulling the trigger of my gun and releasing the bullets into his brain. His hands raises to hold unto mine, over the place where my grip was almost pulling at his skull.
“She’ll do anything you want… even, ah!”
“Even what, Morelle? My grip tighten a notch around his hair, drawing his head backwards.
“Please…”
“Where is she?” I ask after a while.
“They’re currently in the living quarters.”
My eyes meets Enzo’s stoic expression as he stood watch over the door with my other guard. His gaze shifts to mine, a shared moment of silence passes between us then he nods before he’s disappearing behind the door.
I turn my attention back at Morelle’s sniveling form, my grip still planted on his hair. I trace the stumble outline of his jaw with the tip of my gun before nudging him with it and he quivers at the touch.
Five minutes had gone by before the door was swung open and through my peripheral vision I see Enzo’s tall form walk in. He held the door a bit longer to let a shadow waltz in with him before it closes behind him.
“Found her.” He reports concisely. His hand reaches behind him and swiftly pulls out a girl as though she was a pest he was undeniably trying to get rid of. She nearly stumbles over her feet.
She lets out a soft huff as she tries to regain her composure, ironing her palms over the soft sea blue, sleeveless dress she wore and black ankle boots compliments her outfit and small figure. Her well off average height was comical beside Enzo. The girl sweeps her hair out of her face and over her shoulder as she looks up.
Blue-grey eyes searched the room and they almost plucked off her sockets when they land on her housemaster, my gun planted onto his temple and my vise grip that pulls his head backwards. Then they trailed up over my arm and her eyes meets mine and sausage out even more, her palms claps over her mouth and she takes two step back. She jerks forward again spinning around in a flinch as she crashed into Enzo.
He caught her gaze with that unchanging stone expression he always wore. A little bird was what she looked like. A scared, little prey, surrounded by predators. She wasn’t going to survive a day in my world. It’ll swallow her up. I watched her, her face ricochets between my face and Morelle’s gunned head.
That familiar expression painted her innocent face as she finally holds my look longer than a second and I feel my face stretch with a smirk. She was a beauty; young and innocent but the fear masking her face was an even more artful paint on her face.
I didn’t know when but I found myself rising from my crouched position and my feet carried me towards her. She backed away at my brooding form and Enzo sidestepped her to avoid being hit by her retreating figure. In a rush her body taps on the door and she falls to the floor.
“Please…” The softness of her voice visited my ears but her fear tampered with her voice and that feeling became a knot. Although her fear was soul filling, it caused another feeling to course through me. It felt strange, warm but exhilaratingly uncomfortable. It was everything I hadn’t familiarized with and it bothered me.
But that was until I saw it, it was almost faded and blended with the powdery tone of her silken skin but the dark edges of her scar gave it out. My hands reached out to touch her face and she closed off herself, backing up against the door as her arm drove up, like they would shield her from me. It didn’t cover up the part of her skin that I meant to touch though.
The dark taint on her creamy skin. She tensed up at as I shadowed her. Her skin was like a marbled surface except for the heat of her skin that invades my fingers. The smoothness was a contrast against my thumb pad as it caressed her scar.
“Who did this?”
I surprised myself with my question and slowly, she pries her eyes open. The bright innocent shades of her eyes captured mine as she lets her shield down and the pad of my thumb drives down her chin and tips her head up. The movement was slow and innocent but I thought up all the sinful things as her lips fell open.
“Um, I….” Her tongue slithers over bottom lip and my eyes followed the movement before they climbed back up her face and arrested her gaze.
A soft moan like breath escapes through cherry-peach tainted lips. It teased my core and tightened the knot that seems to keep spreading out in my stomach yet I didn’t know whether she did them on purpose or she was just as oblivious as her fiery innocence. I’ve fucked enough women to acquaint with the sound of a purposeful moan but with her, it was different.
This little bird held a board of curiosity over me and I realized that I wanted to fill every space within the boxes of the board that she had created. I found myself wanting her, the sudden urge to claim her, keep her, overwhelmed me.
“Little bird, what are you called?” It takes a moment for her to respond as I wait, until I hear the soft tone of her serene voice again.
“E-Eli... Eliana.”
ELIANA The eyes are keys to the soul… or so they say. His soul was an abyss. Dark. Cold. Hollow. A wormhole that sucked you in. His eyes were a beautiful abyss. I’ve never been drawn to a man and I’ve seen a handful of men but all of them, compared to him, were like pebbles amongst a gemstone. The devil wears Armani. He was that devil and my fate was sealed the moment I was dragged into this room and locked eyes with him. I didn’t know what was going on but fear launched at me and clipped me to the door, the sight of the devil’s gun against the house master’s temple reminded me of how easy it was to spend the life of another man in an instance but what was more frightening was the dark smile that grew on his face when I retracted from the sight. The devil launched towards me, his gait footsteps, quiet and gallant. His tall form exuded raw, animalistic, yet refined power. It was danger in blaring red lights. As a human, I’ve felt fear but this man was the personification of it. He t
LUCA The agonizing cries of a cowering man is the greatest bliss of a lifetime. I would say that I find it pleasurably entertaining from the depths of my soul but it has none. It’s earned me a reputation that I now love to live by. I’ve been called a lot of things and evil is one of them but not the kind that’s done to a man by his fellow man, sprung by jealousy or broken pride. No, it was the evil that came at you in retribution to the sin one commits against me or my family. Fenir Ramos had incurred that wrath and he was getting the bitter taste of it. His screams filled the room as I dug my blade into his flesh and twisting it. A bit of blood splatter on my face and trail down. I lick the solid, metallic taste of it as it trailed down my lips. When I look up at him again, his eyes were saucing with immense fear. Ah, that was it. The look on his face, mixed with an unadulterated sliver of hate, was so pleasing to behold and I can’t help the sinister smirk that plays on my lips.
ELIANA It was morning by the time I blink my eyes open. Somehow I’d managed to fall asleep but my body felt a little heavy. The memories of last night flashed in my mind; when he had walked in, what he’d said and the things I’d sworn. It still felt dreamlike, to be here, knowing that my freedom was now a fleeting thought. My housemaster didn’t have a second thought when he offered me up as payment for his debt and somehow it made me a little glad that I wasn’t in that orphanage anymore. But that didn’t mean that being here was any better. I’ve been thrust into the dark unknown and given to a man scarier than the darkness itself. My thoughts were jumbled up, I feel scared and somehow, not scared, somehow I feel relieved to be out of the orphanage but this was still a far throw from what I’ve always envisioned. I was given as a payment for a debt owed. I belonged to him now, in body and soul, I was going to be his sex toy but somehow that fate didn’t scare me, not as much as it’d scar
LUCA She looked stunning in that cream dress as she walked through the doors of the dining hall and her beauty was so radiant, it almost fucking blinded me. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was like an angel of light walking through my dark hall, the sight of her in that dress, one that I’d personally handpicked for her, was a fucking turn on. It was a perfect fit and it hugged all her assets, the seductive features that she didn’t know how to use but did so effortlessly. She was brimming with pure innocence and allure and I was caught in them the moment I laid eyes on her. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I did her and I didn’t know why. She was like an enigma but I didn’t question it either. I simply took what I wanted, when I wanted and I wanted her, so I took her in place of my money. I sauntered out of the dining room and headed to my office, two of my guards acknowledged mumbled a greeting as I approached, pulling one part of the door open for me. I respo
ELIANA The gentle breeze blew the strands of my hair, which had fallen out of place, over my face. I sat by the window in my bedroom that overlooks the wide courtyard, the view’s simply amazing and it almost left me breathless upon gazing at it. The perimeter is littered with armed guards in black camos and they all look very intimidating. Two guards walk by and the second one comes to an abrupt halt then turns his head towards the direction of my window, our eyes meet. His green eyes and dirty blonde hair shimmers in the afternoon sun as he stares up at me, his forehead creases when he narrows his gaze at me. Then the other guard he’d been with came back and his attention shifted to his companion. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, then the other guard left him and he followed behind but not before he turned back to me and gave me a wink and a crawling sensation ran up my skin. The door to my bedroom pushed open and in walked the devil. His dark hair stood in a smooth d
LUCA I never thought anything could taste so delectable. The moment her soft lips touched mine, I felt the burning urge to claim those lips with mine. Her lips were tender and smooth like silk and tasted like aged wine, fucking sweet. I rushed into her room after I'd dealt with things in my office because the mere thought of her had disrupted any further activity I had. My cock was adamant at lying still in my pants, so I left, abandoning everything else I had to review today and beelined into her room. I had to have her, that was all I thought about. Claiming her, fucking her. I wanted to mark her so she'll only ever know the taste of me, not that she was anyone else's. I claimed her the moment I laid my eyes on her. She was mine, her pure yet wildish innocence enchanted me. I don't exactly know what's wild about it, maybe it's the look in her eyes or the untapped allure she possessed. Whatever it was, I wanted all of her. She was gorgeous and she looked so beautiful in the c
ELIANA I feel hot. My body's overheating, burning from the dark and precise touches of this man over me. Of luca’s wicked touches. It wasn't supposed to be this way. At least in my mind I'd envisioned something else, something different. Something rough and swift and painful but this wasn't it. This was everything I'd not envisioned. It was everything that was not supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to be gentle. He wasn't supposed to praise me or tell me how beautiful my body was. He wasn't supposed to care. Wasn't I supposed to be his slave? To be used for his own pleasure, not mine but he was taking his time exploring my body, savouring every inche like it meant something precious to him. His actions confused me, since the moment he walked into my room, everything he did puzzled my mind. I didn't know what to think of it. “Relax, Eliana. Stop thinking.” His hoarse voice captured my attention and I find myself relaxing at his command. “No one’s going to hurt you.” I want to r
LUCA She's perfect. So fucking responsive. So delectable. So innocent. So mine. Her wide blue-grey eyes watch me, the lust is pushed to the side and replaced by fear at my words. I've driven her to multiple orgasms and I still want more of her. When I inhaled the sweet scent of her innocence, I lost all control, the only thing on my mind was to claim her with my mouth. It's ironic when I'm a man that thrives on control and power. But everything that I held under control seemed to be falling apart since I saw her. I shouldn't be craving her as much as I did, it wasn't just unhealthy but dangerous and everytime I think I've gotten back that control she does something that tips it out of my grip. I didn't like that, she wasn't even here for twenty-four hours and she was already starting to mess with my head but I couldn't bring myself to push her away either. She was in my grasp, she was underneath me, naked and panting but she was scared. And I got that twisted feeling in my gut, th
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ELIANA“Rina, you’re here a little early.” I reach Rina across the hall and she pulls me into a tight but warm hug.“Oh my God, your outfit… it’s so cute, it looks perfect on you.” She compliments, eyeing me with a glow in her bright hazel. She takes a step back to get a better look, her arm crossing over the other as she stood in a poise. “I love it.”I smile up at her, looking over my simple sky-blue, off-shoulders line print jump-short outfit and white wedge sandal. My outfit had a belt as well that matched the material. “Really? It’s just a simple outfit though.”Carina scoffs, waving her hand at me as she rolled her eyes. “Of course honey, don’t you know? Simple is best.” She phrases and I let up a brighter smile, tittering. “Thank you.” I say softly, looking back at her. “So do you, you look amazing.” Carina is dressed a deep blue lace-up tank blouse and white high-waist baggy pants—that leaves just her toes peeking out—with a sash belt. Her outfit is paired with a deep brow
LUCAEliana moans into my touch, wanting more, like a greedy little bird she is for me. But I don’t give her what she wants and she whimpers against my mouth, muttering my name in a low whiney tone and I chuckle. I don’t know what it’s done to me but I loved seeing her get like this; frustrated and in need. It turns me the fuck on. Is that weird? Because I fucking love it when she makes that sound. My hands finds her slender waist and I trail them over the curves of her body, feeling every delicate inch of it even though the layer of clothing on her skin. I let it wander down and underneath again, running against her thick thighs and I push her skirt up her waist. Breaking the kiss, I turn her around swiftly and bend her over on the hard mahogany wood of my desk.“Wha—” Her breathy words dies out and turns into a pained cry when the palm of my hand meets her ass cheek in a hard slap and her body jolts against the table.“Stay still.” I word and her body stops turning midway. “Eyes f
LUCA“Aren’t we going to drop by to say goodbye?” Eliana voices as we walk past Carmen’s office door. Honestly, I’m not feeling enthusiastic about it, not one bit. “We’ve already said goodbye.” I tell her, pulling her along with me without bothering to stop.“I mean to Carina’s husband. I haven’t gotten the chance to see him yet.” “I know but there’s no need for that and you can see him some other time.” I say gruffly and in need to get us out of here. Ever since I teased her at the garden, ever since I felt how wet she’d become when I touched her skin, ever since she had let that whimpery moan slip out of her mouth, I’ve been feeling the hell of my teases like I was going to implode anytime soon if I don’t feel her inner warmth.She groans and I chuckle at her expressiveness. “Why are you even in such a hurry to leave?” She questions and I hear the sulk in her voice. She didn’t want to leave just yet. I sigh. I should have known she’d grow attached to Riri and she didn’t seem ver
ELIANAWhen his fingers grazed my core, I jumped from the contact, making Rina turn her attention to back to me; her glaring gaze turns softer as she caught my gaze.“What’s wrong Ellie? Are you alright?” She asks, voicing her concern.My lips part to respond to her but Luca beats me to it, “She’s fine, Riri. Aren’t you, Ellie?” He says, drawing out my name. His dark voice sends a heated shiver over my skin, the sound intoxicating and sultry and deep.“Y-Yes… I’m fine, Rina.” I say breathily, flushing from the heated embarrassment that overwhelmed me. Luca’s hand sneaked through the wet material of my panties onto my wet pulsing core and I feel the low vibration of his chest against my back. He doesn’t give me any time to prepare when he starts to rub against my fold, slowly at first and grazing my clit every once in a few strokes against my honeypot and I shiver.Rina squints her eyes at Luca, giving him a pointed look, her eyebrow quirks upward but the worried expression still pain
ELIANA“When my mother died, it broke my father and that result turned my brother into an even colder maniac.” Rina voiced and I felt an overwhelming pressure clog around my heart. “I was fifteen at the time and Luca was seventeen.” Her voice was heartbreakingly sad as she spoke as though the wounds of her past were just a recent memory.I could only listen while she spoke in a pained toned even though she tried to hide the sadness in her voice, her warm brown and green eyes that held flickers of gold within them, reflected the stale grief in her heart as she reminisced through her words. But I wanted to know more about Luca’s past—who he used to be.“Then a year later, my father gave me away on an arranged marriage to Carmine’s family. The ordeal was to strengthen our family’s force in order to retaliate against the family that had killed my mother.” She says, looking down at our interconnected hands. “Luca wasn’t pleased with the idea, he caused a huge fucking scene,” Rina smiled as
ELIANA“I’m sorry I dragged you along, I know you’re not exactly comfortable with me since we just met.” Carina says as she offers me a cup of coffee. “I can take you back to my brother if you want. He didn’t seem very eager to let you go either.” She chuckles lightly, taking the spot in front of me and pulling her cup to her side as she relaxes into her chair.A small smile stretches my lips when I recalled Luca’s earlier annoyed disposition to let me go and I shake my head, still maintain contact with the mug between my hands. “No, it’s fine.”The warm coffee sooths my palm through the ceramic mug and smells just as warm and soothing as it feels. She had added cream and sugar—while we were still in the kitchen—before giving it to me.Carina’s home had a garden as well and she loves to spend most of her time here—it’s one thing I’ve learnt we had in common. The knowledge seemed to have put Rina in a good place as she led me to the back of the house. The scenery is ever pleasing and
ELIANACarina’s mouth breaks apart, “Oh. My. Fucking. God!” and she’s in my face by the next time I think to blink. She pulls me apart from Luca’s hold, “I cannot fucking believe…” She says, grinning from ear to ear, I’m was starting to get concerned about her face breaking. Then almost as though something struck her mind, she stops abruptly, pulling me to her side. Carina, despite her youthful appearance is a small woman, in size that is; she’s slimmer than I am but taller and bubbly. Or maybe that’s because she’s around Luca.But it didn’t deter her strength. “You didn’t kidnap her or blackmail her, did you?” She inquires, flashing Luca an accusing look. Luca sighs, shaking his head and I couldn’t help but grin at his disposition.“I wouldn’t do that to an innocent person, you know that, Riri.” He says, throwing her a tired look.“Yeah, well, still… you’re unpredictable these days and a mafia.” She enounced. Luca scoffs, rolling his eyes.“So is your husband.” He flashes her a sm
LUCAAll the air left my lungs when she took me in her mouth. Even with no gag reflex she was only able to take half my length comfortably into her pretty mouth. The sight was erotic, her warmth had my cock raging even more and I wanted to shove her further just for the sake of seeing how much more she could take before she chokes on my cock. I threw my head back, groaning from the pleasure of having her heated mouth on my cock again.“Fuck, little bird…. Yes, fuck, just like that, Angel… fucking Dios.” And I peered down at her through lust filled gaze. My fingers thread through her blond locks and I push her further down to take a little more and she moans. The sound drifting straight into my bloodstream and I almost lose every ounce of control in me.Shifting my gaze between the road and her bobbing head, I watch her willingly take me a little deeper and I hiss and her eyes comes up and I fucking almost dissolve from the sight in front of me. And without taking her eyes off from me