All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Luca As Emma and her parents sat across from me at the dining table, I couldn't help but notice how perfectly she played the role of a gracious hostess. Even though her every word was a lie, she managed to maintain an air of polite attentiveness throughout the conversation. And even as she fussed over her younger sister Bianca, she exuded a calm and sweet demeanour that reminded me of the Emma I had once known. As I watched her, I couldn't help but wonder whether I was simply longing for the Emma of the past. Had she really changed so much, or was it just my perception of her that had shifted over time? I had missed out on so much of her life; her not being here for me to witness her growth and maturity is a mind fuck. I had always wanted to experience everything with her, yet fate had other plans, and now I'm presented with this regal lying princess with whom I always have a hard-on. Despite my conflicting thoughts, I do my best to focus on work after leaving Emma and Bianca in

EmmaAs a little girl, I often dreamed about my wedding day. It didn't help that, growing up, I attended the wedding ceremonies of a mafia princess every weekend, and each one was grander than the last. Those weddings left a lasting impression on me, and I couldn't help compiling my wedding day in my mind, ensuring it was as lavish and beautiful as those I had witnessed.As I got older, I found myself daydreaming about my wedding day more and more frequently. I would imagine walking down the aisle in a gorgeous white dress, surrounded by friends and family, with the love of my life waiting for me at the end as I smiled more prominent than ever.Of course, in my mind, the groom was always Luca. I must have imagined marrying him more than a hundred times by now. In my head, each imaginary wedding was just as perfect and magical as the last I attended.Those musings all but stopped the day I left him behind; well, that was until I came back. Yet since I've been here, I've only imagined h

LucaIt has been a little over an hour since guests started arriving at my compound, and I can feel my anxiety levels rising. As someone who values safety and security above all else, the thought of exposing my well-guarded haven to the potential dangers of the mafia way of life is almost too much to bear, which is precisely why no one is allowed in the house, for fear they mark down the blueprint of the house for future reference. As you can imagine, every passing moment feels like an eternity as I weigh the risks and devise a plan to keep everyone who matters to me safe. As I bask in the warmth of my guests' congratulations on my upcoming nuptials, I can't help but feel a sense of pride welling up within me. Each person who smiles at me and takes a moment to express their admiration for my home fills me with a sense of satisfaction and contentment. Their kind words somehow validate all the hard work and effort I've put into making my life what it is today. And so, as I look around

EmmaItalian weddings are more for the people than the couple, or that's my summary of today anyway.I've stood beside Luca all evening as people ate and then partied while the music blared only to lower for the speeches that weren't anything special—just a few words wishing us a good marriage and a long reign. A long line of couples queued to talk to us where business deals were appraised or thrown around as some sort of wedding present, which Luca lapped at like a starved man.I'm tired and emotionally worn, yet excited that it's finally time to leave behind everyone else to spend time just Luca and me.Right now, I wonder if a small inconsequential wedding that Luca offered might have been the way to go.His hand has cradled mine all evening, so when he leaves me to speak to Niko, I stand dutifully to the side, yet I can hear his every word. And though I turn to face the small gathering inside the tent, I listen avidly."I want them all off the property by half an hour. The weddin

Luca Can a man pant like a dog?That's what it feels like I'm doing at this very moment as I breathe heavily against Emma's neck.You could say I'm unimpressed with my lack of control, the need to make love and mark Emma having ruled my body way too quickly as I allowed a spontaneous orgasm to wrack my body after weeks of abstaining.But I'm not a man done after one round. Instead, I take the time just to hold Emma's relaxed body to mine, her fingernails scraping against my skull as she hums that sweet lullaby my mother sang to us on many occasions.I can sense her smiling aura, a silent happiness seeping from her every pore as it pours into my own emotions."How are you feeling, Emma?" I ask."Happy...""I mean down here, Emma. Are you sore?""No. I don't think my body has got the memo that it's over; I'm still pulsating with...pleasure."I concur with her musing; her body is still strumming with excitement. It's in the way her legs are shaking. Her eyes laced with passion. And als