"Tempted by the Kingpin"

The pull..

Over the next few weeks, their paths crossed more frequently. Amara tried to avoid him, but Luca was relentless. Each time she saw him, it feel as though he was drawing her into his world-his dark, intoxication world.

One night, he approached her at the bar after closing hours. The club had emptied, the music a dull hum in the background as Luca stepped closer, his cologne invading her senses.

"I want you," he whispered, his fingers brushing against the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

Amara swallowed hard, torn between the desire she felt for him and the knowledge that he was a man who could ruin her.

"You don't know me," she murmured, but her voice lacked conviction.

"Does that matter?" he asked, his lips grazing her earlobe, sending heat rushing through her body.

Before she could answer, Luca's lips claimed hers in a kiss that was hungry, demanding. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. She felt the hardness of his body, the weight of his power, and it made her dizzy. She gasped when he bit her lip, tugging her closer, the fire between them escalating.

"I need you, Amara," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "I can't wait any longer."

His hands moved to the hem of her dress, sliding up her thigh deliberate slowness. Amara's body responded before her mind could catch up, and she moaned softly when his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her inner thigh.

"No one can resist me forever," he murmured, as if speaking to himself..