People always say sinning is sweet because it's wrong. Guilty pleasures you just couldn't ignore. For Aurelia, Luke was the perfect definition of sin. Her guilty pleasure, one that never failed to bring her to oblivion. This man was leading her straight to hell, burning her with a flame ignited by his unfiltered passion. Aurelia hissed through gritted teeth, her back arching as her hands dug into Luke's dark curls, pulling at his roots as he sent endless volts of electricity through her body, causing her to let out sounds that were nothing but soothing harmony to his ears. Luke's movements were deliberate and calculated, a master of the art of seduction. As his tongue worked its magic, Aurelia's moans grew louder, her body trembling with each flick and swirl. He was just too good at this, hitting the right spots over and over again. “Ahh…” She gripped the edges of the countertop with her free hand, her knuckles turning white as she surrendered to the intoxicating ecstasy coursin
AURELIAIt was the weekend.Facing the mirror, I reapplied my lip gloss, pulling my hair into a high ponytail as I assessed my appearance with a critical eye. I paused on noticing the hickeys on my neck.‘You do things to me, Aurelia, things that made me go mad,’Heat burst in my cheeks, and I stood frozen for a moment, my eyes rounding as the events of the day before replayed in my mind. I was still sore….I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, heaving a sigh as I let my hair down, hoping it would hide the hickey.I was on my way to catch up with my former teammates, and I wasn't ready for their intrusive questions if they happened to catch sight of it.Chelsea stared at me as I paced about the room while fanning my face. Gosh! This was so embarrassing! I had vowed not to give in to the CEO, but he came and broke down the walls I suffered to build. What happened was totally unexpected, and it continued to haunt me till now.But did I regret it…..No. It was complicated, to the
“Holy shit.”I gasped as I looked up at the majestic building that was the CEO’s home. A young butler stood at my side, wearing a polite smile as I gaped at the luxurious building.Don't get me wrong, I knew the CEO was rich, it was obvious, but this was far beyond my expectations.The villa was incredible. Gleaming white stone walls and huge windows reflected the perfectly kept gardens and bright blue sky. Grand mahogany doors with marble columns marked the entrance. A cobblestone driveway led up to the house, lined with neat hedges and colorful flower beds. An ornate fountain in the center added a calming sound.An infinity pool stretched toward the horizon, blending with the view of the rolling hills. Iron balconies jutted from the upper floors, offering sweeping views of the estate. The roof, with its terracotta tiles, added a Mediterranean touch.In the distance, a glass conservatory filled with exotic plants hinted at the lush interior. This villa wasn’t just a building; it was
THIRD PERSON POV “Can I tickle you?” Luke blinked once, then twice. “What?” His brows furrowed in confusion, hoping he'd misheard her. He must have misheard her. Aurelia's cheeks deepened in color, and then she turned away from him, facing the painting she'd admired before he came. “Forget I said that.” She muttered under her breath, but Luke was not having it. He gently grasped her chin, forcing her to face him once more. “What did you say, Aurelia?” His tone was soft yet firm, and Aurelia hesitated before speaking, gathering her thoughts. Luke didn't think her cheeks could get redder, but it did. Aurelia huffed, and Luke fought back the smile that crept up his lips as she pouted. He wondered what could be going on in that pretty head of hers, wishing he could somehow read her mind. “I'm waiting darling,” he cooed, his fingers brushing against her skin to get her attention. It worked like a charm, and after what seemed like forever, she answered him. “Can…I tickle you?” Aur
Luke tried to regain his composure, his grip on her wrists loosening slightly. He could feel his heart racing, the unfamiliar sensation of vulnerability making him uneasy. Aurelia's gaze never wavered, her heart pounding with the realization that she had managed to break through his stoic exterior."Are you..." she asked cautiously, a hint of amusement in her voice. Aurelia tried her best to hold back her laughter, but it slipped out in a sharp snort. Luke sent her an icy glare, but she laughed still, unfazed by his failed attempt to intimidate her.“Is that a blush on your cheeks Mr. CEO?” Of course, why would she miss out on the perfect opportunity to tease him? Aurelia arched a brow at him, a cunning smirk overtaking her features. Luke's jaw tightened, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he took a deep breath, willing himself to stay calm. "No," he lied, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... warm in here." He couldn't think of anything else to say, not when he hadn't recov
AURELIA “Does this look good?”I offered Olivia a warm smile as she pulled out an ankle-length satin dress from the clothing rack, her bright eyes looked up at me expectantly, waiting for a reply.I nod in acceptance, running my hands over the smooth fabric. “It's beautiful.”Olivia seems unsatisfied by my response, a scowl curling on her lips. She huffed an exasperated breath and rolled her eyes, finally settling with a pointed stare that made me shift uncomfortably in my spot.“What?” I couldn't help but ask, even when I was aware of the reason.“That's what you said for the last five dresses I've shown you.” She puts forth, setting the dress back on the rack to turn to me, her expression solemn. “You've been spacing out Auri, what's wrong?”Ah. So it was that obvious. “Nothing,” I said a little too quickly, and Olivia narrowed her eyes at me, obviously unconvinced by my poor attempt to deflect the topic. “There are so many beautiful dresses in this mall, Olivia, it's hard to pic
For a moment, I was frozen, shock rooting me to the spot. The knife slipped from my fingers and clattered to the floor as I rushed forward, catching him just as his knees buckled.“Luke!” I cried, panic lacing my voice as I struggled to support his weight. “What happened? Who did this to you?”He winced, a groan escaping his lips as he tried to speak. “No… time… inside…”I nodded frantically, helping him inside and shutting the door behind us. My mind raced as I guided him to the couch, laying him down as gently as possible. Blood was seeping through his fingers, staining his expensive suit and the couch beneath him.There was so much blood.“I’ll call an ambulance,” I said, my hands trembling as I reached for my phone.“No!” he snapped, his voice surprisingly firm despite his condition. Luke jerked up to stop, his grip on my wrist tight. He heaved a shaky breath, his eyes pleading as he looked up at me. “No hospital.”I stared at him, confusion and fear warring within me. “Then what
Somehow I had slept off, and I was woken up by a soft knock on my door. My neck throbbed as I rose to my feet, my gaze lingering on the empty couch as I let out a long sigh.Luke was gone, leaving behind a deep stain on my couch. It was the only thing that reminded me of his presence, that he was here, bleeding to death.I looked down at my hands, at the blood that had dried on my newly manicured nails. The knocking persists, and my heart rate picks up. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared, maybe it was the police? I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself up, it wouldn't do well for me to walk out looking like a victim of a horror movie. Yesterday was indeed horrific, it was devastating. Where could he have gone? Couldn't he have waited for his wound to stop bleeding at least? And more importantly, how did he get badly hurt?And why would my apartment be the first place he showed up?Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I saved his life. But the pieces are not just clicking. Each time
LUKE’S POV The warehouse was in flames, the acrid scent of burning wood and gunpowder choking the air. Smoke curled around us, thick and blinding, but it didn’t matter. My eyes were locked on one thing—her. Aurelia was on the ground, her body trembling, Will sprawled a few feet away from her, coughing through the debris. Her bruised wrists and the terror in her wide eyes made something inside me snap. My fingers tightened around my gun as I stepped forward. The world had narrowed to a single, unrelenting focus: kill them all. The man coughed, spitting blood onto the floor, his face twisted in fury and disbelief. “Well, well. The bastard prince decided to show up.” He wiped his nose, grinning despite the blood leaking from his mouth. I didn’t hesitate and fired another shot. He barely had time to register what happened before he collapsed, the bullet lodged in his shoulder. His scream echoed through the chaos, but I wasn’t done. I stalked forward, shoving my gun against his
AURELIA POVMy breath came in shallow gasps, each one laced with the sting of panic. The moment the door slammed shut behind them, I lay still, too afraid to move, my body curled in on itself as if making myself smaller would somehow make me invisible.I instinctively reached for my stomach, my fear multiplying by tenfold. Little did my captors know that they threatened two lives and not one. Six hours.That’s all the time I had before they killed me and my baby. A sob built in my throat, but I swallowed it down. Crying wouldn’t save me. They said they had sent a ransom note or Luke, but would he come? To risk his life for me? He had already told me to know my place, and whatever we had ended when I confessed to him. I tried to sit up, trying to my breath steamy as my fingers twitched, testing the ropes around my wrists. I winced and the rough fibers bit into my skin, leaving behind red blisters. But I ignored it. I didn’t want to sit around, waiting like a damsel in distress. Thi
LUKE POVThe words blurred as my vision swam, the ache in my chest deepening into something unbearable. I read it over and over again, processing the words that felt impossible.She loved me?She loved me and not Ezekiel.All this time….and I was too blind to see it, or maybe she was just that good at hiding it. The weight of Seraphina’s words weighed heavy on my shoulders, and there was one part that confused me. My father. He was the one who had taken her in after her father’s death. That was what I had always been told. That was what I had believed.But these words… this confession…It told a different story. She loved me and hated herself for it. All because she thought I was the son of the man who killed her father.A sick, twisting feeling curled in my stomach. Realization sunk in like paint spreading on a white cloth, tainting whatever perception I had been fed before. It was all a lie. My hands trembled, not with grief, but with fury. Rage bubbled in my chest, threatening
LUKE POV“What an unpleasant surprise.”I pushed past Ezekiel and entered his dorm room, my jaw clenching as my grip on the file unconsciously tightened.Ezekiel had just stepped out of the bathroom, casually drying his hair with a towel, while I stood there glaring at him. A few moments of tense silence passed between us before I strode over to his couch and dropped the file.“That’s the transfer of ownership document for the port,” I said, my voice gruff. I had lost the challenge, and now I was here to fulfill my end of the deal.Ezekiel hummed in interest, leaning against the wall with a taunting smile. “I guess you’re a man of your word, then.”I ignored his remark and turned to leave, but my steps faltered when his voice rang out again.“No hard feelings, right?”My patience cracked. I looked over my shoulder, my gaze burning with malice.“Fuck you, Sterling.”***I slumped into my car seat, tipping my head back and staring up at the ceiling. I hadn’t been home for the past week,
Luke waited in the room for Seraphina to wake up, the doctor who had examined her said she passed out from exhaustion, but her situation was stable for now. It made him wonder how many times she had pushed herself so hard. He hadn’t even found out until later, so it only meant that she had been hiding it for a long while now. Enduring the pain in silence and forcing smiles. Maybe that would explain her impulsive mood swings. Luke glanced at her, watching her chest rise and fall slowly. Her hair bun was still in place, and even in slumber, she looked beautiful. He subconsciously leaned in, taking in every detail and curve of her face, from the freckles on her nose to the little scar on her left brow. His gaze flickered to her lips and lingered there. They were painted hot red with lipstick, adding a dangerous allure to her soft features. Luke flinched as her eyes fluttered. Startled, he straightened up, clearing his throat to regain his composure, but his cheeks were flushed with
Seraphina was discharged from the hospital two weeks later, and during the time she was hospitalized, Luke visited her often, but Seraphina never allowed him in. It hurt him deeply, especially when Ezekiel was allowed to see her. The bet between them was still active and Luke feared he might have made a grave mistake. He still watched her from afar to protect her, because now that he knew about her illness he couldn’t afford to slack off. Soon the annual banquet was held as a way for the heirs of influential families to make their debut, and this year, it was held by Montauge’s, Veronica’s family. The night was in full bloom, and both Luke and Seraphina had received an invitation. Luke saw this as the perfect opportunity to finally talk to her, and he looked forward to taking her, but his plans were thwarted the moment Ezekiel came to pick her up instead. Of course, he also got an invitation. Ezekiel stepped out of his sleek BMW, dressed in a tailored white suit and crimson
Veronica planned to make Seraphina jealous, so she accompanied him to an exclusive club in the heart of the city, one that could only be accessible to elite members. Veronica was his date for the evening, and as they reached the location, he began to regret his decision. “How is this going to help again?” He grumbled as they stepped out of his car. Veronica held his arm, dressed in a hot red dress that left little to the imagination, while he wore a black dress shirt and pants to match. Veronica rolled her eyes at his hesitance. “Just follow my lead dumbass.” The club was as sophisticated yet wild at the same time, and Luke was surprised to see Seraphina and Ezekiel making out in the VIP section. Luke’s jaw clenched at the sight, but Veronica tapped his jaw to get his attention. “Don’t look at her.” She scolded him, dragging him to the dance floor. “If not it won’t work.” Luke took a deep breath, stealing one last glance at them before moving on. As they stepped onto t
Third Person POVWeeks later…Luke moaned as he felt her palm against him. He grabbed her hand to stop her, pulling back from the kiss with a dazed expression. “We can’t do that here.” He muttered, his wary gaze darting around the library. Seraphina blinked at him, her brows slightly furrowed in frustration. “Just shut up and kiss me.” And with that she crashed her lips against his, angling her head as she deepened the kiss.Luke gave him, feeling himself get hotter with each passing minute. His hands tightened on her waist, wanting to wander. But he couldn’t because she hadn’t permitted him yet. Seraphina spread her legs, letting him grind against her at least, her back pressed against the wall as Luke's tongue danced with hers. The air between them was hot, and Luke groaned, feeling his erection straining against his pants. Seraphina pulled back from the kiss with a smirk, her fingers combing through his hair.“Beg me.” She demanded, and he gulped his spit, wavering for a bit. L
Luke’s POV “A date?” I was in the gym of the mansion when Seraphina skipped in and started going on about her date with Ezekiel. The topic was none of my business, but she wanted me to tell her more about Ezekiel.“Ask him yourself.” I tightened the bandages on my wrists and swung at the punching bag, my brows furrowed in irritation. That bitter feeling was stirring in my chest again. Ever since they met, Seraphina’s attention was fixated on Ezekiel, and Ezekiel, he was milking the situation with his God damned charm. I raised my hands to deliver another punch, then Seraphina blocked my view. It was a good thing I managed to stop my fist before it made contact with her face.“Careful,” I warned her, already growing tired of the conversation.“Tell me.” She insisted. “I want to know what kind of guy he is.”A dry chuckle escaped my lips. “He’s a man whore.” I say simply. “And you are nothing but another fling to him, so you better stay away.” Seraphina tilted her head to the side.