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48: Power Moves
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DiaryOfDaisyWould you like to work at Spitfire? What division would you choose?
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Luca’s hands gripped Maria’s waist as he lifted her onto the edge of her desk, his touch firm, commanding. His dark eyes drank her in, filled with an insatiable hunger.“You look good like this,” he murmured, sliding his hands up her thighs, pushing her dress higher. His fingers brushed over the small swell of her stomach, pausing there, possessive. “Full of me.”Maria exhaled, her breath uneven. “You’re staring again.”Luca smirked, fingers slipping between her legs, teasing the damp heat beneath. “Damn right, I am. You’re carrying my child, Marie.” His voice dropped, a rough, possessive rasp. “Do you know how fucking hot that is?”Maria shivered, gasping softly as he stroked her slowly, deliberately. “Luca—”“Shh.” His fingers curled, rubbing her just right, making her body tense. “I want to feel how much you need me.”She let out a breathless moan, hips shifting against his hand.Luca groaned, leaning in, his lips bru
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 70: Saturday Morning Indulgence
Luca stirred awake to the warmth of sunlight filtering through the tall windows of their bedroom. The sheets were slightly cool beside him, telling him Maria had already left the bed. He groaned softly, stretching his arms before rolling onto his back, his mind still hazy from sleep.Then he remembered.Gina.He exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. That brat had made him worry for no damn reason. After all these weeks, she'd managed to fake her death, stay hidden, and even keep it from him. Luca smirked to himself. He had meant to tell Maria last night, but one thing had led to another, and well… priorities.Pushing himself up, he walked into the bathroom, letting the hot water wake him fully. By the time he stepped out, towel wrapped low on his hips, the scent of ginger and something sweet drifted through the air.Maria.The morning sun cast a warm glow over the marble floors as Luca stepped downstairs, the scent of ginger and sugar wrapping around him like a slow, teasing invita
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Maria's body quivered, still trembling from the devastating climax Luca had just pulled from her on the dressing table. Her skin burned where his hands had been, every inch of her hypersensitive, raw from his relentless possession.She could still feel him-throbbing, thick and pulsing inside her-stretching her, filling her. The heat of him seared her from the inside out, making her mind swim with a hazy, desperate pleasure. His breath was hot against her ear, the scent of sex and his cologne thick in the air, intoxicating, inescapable.But it wasn't over.A deep, primal groan rumbled in Luca's chest, a sound so full of hunger and dominance that Maria shuddered, her breath hitching. Then, before she could gather herself, he moved-lifting her as if she weighed nothing, his strength effortless. His arms, powerful and unyielding, wrapped around her, holding her against his sweat-slicked skin as he carried her across the dimly lit bedroom.The only light came from the cityscape beyond
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 68: The Reckoning
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 67: The Ghost And The King
The moment stretched, long and suffocating.Gina stood in the center of the underground lab, her presence pressing against the walls like something too large to fit into reality.The dim lighting cut sharp angles over the burned side of her face, the part of her that had been claimed by fire and betrayal.The engineers—five of them—stood frozen in place, their collective shock hanging in the air like a static charge waiting to break.But no one was as silent as Luca.He hadn’t moved.Because Gina Frazer was standing there, breathing. Alive.And he had believed—truly believed—that she was dead.“Explain to me why you’re failing.”Her voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and unimpressed. It was the same voice that used to command entire rooms without ever needing to raise its volume.Roland swallowed, his throat bobbing visibly. “The engine won’t hold.” His voice was steady, but ther
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 66:The Ghost In Black
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 65: The Weight Of Secrets
Maria stirred, yawning as she stretched beneath the sheets as the faintest morning light seeped through the curtains. The bed felt too large, too empty, and instinctively, she reached out beside her—only to feel nothing but the lingering warmth where Luca had been.Her eyes fluttered open. He was already awake.Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she turned her head toward the other side of the room. There he was—standing by the window, bathed in soft golden light. His back was to her, the rigid tension in his muscles clear even from where she lay. His hands were braced against the desk, head slightly bowed, as if he were lost in thought.Maria didn’t move immediately. She simply watched him.It was rare to see Luca like this—unguarded, unaware of her gaze. A man who always held control so tightly was now completely still, the weight of something unseen pressing heavily on him.Her heart clenched.She slipped out of bed q
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 64: Breaking Through The Ice
The house felt different.Luca was here, but it felt as if he wasn’t.Maria sat on the edge of their bed, her hands gripping the smooth satin sheets, letting the fabric slip between her fingers as she listened to the distant hum of the estate’s staff moving through the halls. The space beside her was empty. Had been empty for two nights now.Luca had barely spoken to her since their fight.No soft murmurs in the morning, no casual touches when they passed each other, no Luca.He was present, but unreachable.Maria wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.Her fingers curled into fists, gripping the satin beneath her as frustration, guilt, and a dull ache all settled in her chest.Enough.She had always known how to handle Luca when he was angry. When his temper burned hot, she could cool it. When he was raging, she could talk him down.But this?This quiet, cold distance?
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 63: The Ice Between Us
The bed was cold.Maria stirred beneath the sheets, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains. Her hand instinctively reached across the mattress, searching for warmth, for the familiar solid presence of Luca.Nothing.Her stomach clenched.She sat up slowly, pushing back her hair as she glanced toward the en-suite bathroom. The door was open. Empty.He left.A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she turned to the nightstand. His watch was gone. His phone charger was missing.Luca always left something behind when he was in a rush—his cufflinks, his laptop, something. But today? It was as if he had made sure not to leave a single trace of himself in their bedroom.Maria swallowed hard.He was still angry.She had known it last night, had felt it in the way he looked at her, in the way he let her go without a second glance.But some part of her had foolishly
