"In the dark underworld of organized crime, loyalty is a luxury no one can afford. Luca, a ruthless and ambitious mafia heir, will stop at nothing to avenge his father's brutal murder and claim the throne. But when he meets Stelle, a beautiful and m...
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Luca's POV:
As we pulled up to her apartment, I couldn't help but notice how quickly she had succumbed to the alcohol. Two drinks and she was already stumbling, her words slurring together.
I helped her out of the car, my arm wrapping around her waist to keep her steady. She leaned into me, her head lolling against my shoulder.
"Luca," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. "I don't feel so good."
I smiled to myself, my mind racing with possibilities. This was not what I had planned, but it was certainly an interesting development.
"Let's get you inside," I said, my voice soft and gentle. "You can sleep it off."
She nodded, her eyes closing as she leaned against me. I half-carried her to the door, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I laid her on the couch, she looked up at me, her eyes unfocused. "Luca," she whispered, her hand reaching out to me.
I took it, my fingers intertwining with hers. "I'm here," I said, my voice low and husky. "I'm not going anywhere."
Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft snore escaping her lips. I watched her, my mind racing with thoughts of what could have been, what still could be.
And as I sat there, holding her hand, I knew that this was far from over.
As I held her at arm's length, trying to reason with her, she suddenly pulled me towards her with a strength I didn't know she possessed. Her lips crashed into mine, her arms wrapping around me like a vice.
I was caught off guard, my body responding instinctively to the familiar touch of her lips. It was like no time had passed at all, and we were right back where we left off.
She kissed me with a desperation, a hunger that I couldn't resist. I felt myself getting lost in the moment, my mind clouded by desire and nostalgia.
As we kissed, I knew I was crossing a line. I was taking advantage of her vulnerability, and I would regret it later. But in this moment, I couldn't resist the pull of her lips, the familiarity of her touch.
She pulled me closer, her hands tangling in my hair, her body pressing against mine. I felt myself getting lost in the passion, the intensity of the moment.
And then, just as suddenly as it had started, she pulled away, her eyes unfocused, her face flushed. "Luca," she whispered, her voice husky. "I want you."
I looked at her, my heart racing, my mind reeling with conflicting emotions. I wanted her, too. But not like this. Not when she was vulnerable and couldn't make rational decisions.
"Stelle, listen to me," I said, my voice soft. "We can't do this. Not now. Not like this."
But she just looked at me, her eyes filled with a desire that I couldn't resist. And I knew I was in trouble.
