Sinner's Paradise|| 18+

Desire.

                            Luciano's POV: 

Without a second thought, I raised my bidding number and said, "300 million." The room fell silent, eyes darting toward me, but my focus was on her. She just stood there, her eyes wide, almost teary, as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. But I didn't feel bad for her—not even a little. My only intention was to torment her, to keep her under my control. If another man had won her, I wouldn't have been able to do what I wanted. They would have taken her fair and square, and I couldn't have t hat.

She began to make her way to my table, her steps slow and unsteady. I could see her trembling, on the verge of passing out. The auction was nearly over, and I had no intention of sticking around. I stood up, grabbed her hand, and smirked as I led her out. She didn't resist—she couldn't.

In the elevator, she stood beside me, her arms wrapped around herself. I didn't know if she was cold or trying to keep herself from collapsing out of fear. Either way, I didn't care. She had a nice body, I'd give her that. The dress she wore clung to her figure, accentuating her curves. Every deep breath she took made her chest rise, and I could feel my pants tightening at the sight. She caught me staring, but before anything could be said, the elevator doors opened. I grabbed her arm and walked out.

As I was about to open the door to my Bugatti, someone called my name. I turned to see Sofia—one of my employees. I might have slept with her once or twice; I couldn't remember. She approached with a look of annoyance. "When is Liliana coming back?" she asked, her voice laced with jealousy.

I narrowed my eyes. "Why do you care?" I replied coldly.

"You don't even like her type. You prefer blondes," Sofia shot back, her tone full of audacity.

The nerve of this bitch. I didn't even bother with a response. Instead, I gestured for Liliana to get in the car, which she did without hesitation. Before I drove off, I rolled down the window and told Sofia with a smirk, "Liliana isn't coming back."

I didn't wait for her reaction as I sped off, feeling Liliana's fearful gaze on me the entire time.  

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As we arrived at my house, the tension between us hung heavy in the air. I led her inside, straight to my bedroom, the space dimly lit with a cold, sterile feel that matched the mood. The shadows danced on the walls as I shrugged off my suit jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. Without saying a word, I sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing for her to come closer.

She hesitated, her steps slow and uncertain, her soft sniffling grating on my nerves. The sound of her crying always got under my skin—weakness was something I despised. When she finally reached me, I stood abruptly, towering over her. She was small, about 5'5" or 5'4", and she wouldn't meet my eyes. The sight of her trembling in front of me stirred something dark inside. "Look at me," I commanded, my voice low and dangerous.

It took a moment, but she finally lifted her head, her eyes wide with fear and innocence. There was something in those eyes, something that made me lose a sliver of the control I usually held so tightly. My hand moved on its own, reaching out to lift her chin, feeling the softness of her skin. Her lips were full, tender, and she bit them nervously, a habit I noticed. My other hand slid down to her waist, feeling the curve of her petite frame before gripping her ass with a possessive hunger.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I kissed her, hard and aggressive, my need to dominate overtaking any sense of restraint. She whimpered against my mouth, a sound that only fueled the heat rising inside me. My pants grew tighter as I felt her helplessness, her desperation. I kissed down her neck, one hand gripping her throat while the other squeezed her ass, hard enough to leave marks.