"Nobody is allowed between these pretty little thighs but me....and if anyone tries...𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦."
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They call him The King-a ghost who rules the world's most powerful mafia from the shadows. No face. No mercy. No mistakes.
And beside...
-"Crawl inside this body and find me where I am most ruined, love me there."-
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Her smile had him repenting. No one but him should hear it.
He couldn't stand the idea of her with someone else.
Kissing someone else...
Hugging someone else...
Threatening to kill someone else...
His blood boiling just thinking about it.
"You ready to go?" he asked after a moment, voice softer now. "Or do I need to bribe you with dessert to stay on this rooftop with me?"
Her brow arched, amused. "What kind of dessert?"
He grinned. "Whatever gets me another laugh like that."
Kaia rolled her eyes, but the curve of her lips lingered. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm serious," he murmured, stepping a little closer. "You smiled. I almost passed out."
"You're dramatic."
"I'm deprived."
Her brow lifted. "Of?"
"You." He didn't flinch when he said it. Just watched her—closely. Like he was studying the shift in her breathing.
Luca kissed her like he was starved.
No patience. No permission. Just possession.
His mouth claimed hers with heat and hunger and that edge of frustration that had been building for too long. His hand cupped the back of her neck, fingers splayed across her nape like he was anchoring himself to her. Her lips parted and he didn't wait—tasted her like he'd earned it, like she was already his.
Her back hit the low rooftop wall, his body pressing into hers. Her fingers tugged him closer, and he groaned low into her mouth, like her touch had knocked something loose in him. He pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead against hers, the taste of her still on his tongue.
"You're going to kill me, Devil," he whispered.
She smirked, breathless. "Then die pretty."
He kissed her again.
Harder.
Like he was willing to die for it.
"Now tell me," he murmured, voice low, rough with want. "Did you wear this skirt for me?"
Kaia's lashes fluttered, but she didn't flinch. Didn't move.
Her chin lifted just slightly. "Would it matter if I did?"
