"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...
THIS CHAPTER IS JUST SMUT. SKIPPABLE IF IT ISN'T YOUR THING
-"And she carves her hips into mine like she's Michelangelo, and I'm something holy."-
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The door clicked shut behind him with more force than intended.
Luca exhaled.
Another twelve hours. Another dead end.
His shoulders ached. His knuckles were bruised from slamming them into a wall earlier that afternoon—frustration, not a fight. The base was quiet, answers nonexistent, and everyone was walking on edge.
He loosened his tie as he stepped into the penthouse.
The soft glow from the office down the hall bled into the darkened living space. She was still up.
Of course she was.
He followed the sound of clacking keys and an occasional muttered curse.
Kaia was hunched over his desk, one leg folded under her, the other dangling off the chair. Her hair was a mess. Her shirt barely clung to one shoulder, the fabric askew like she'd given up halfway through getting dressed. She wore no pants—just black underwear and the shirt she must've yanked from his drawer that morning.
His shirt.
He stopped in the doorway, watching her with hooded eyes.
"You've been sitting there all day?" he asked, voice rough from disuse.
She didn't look up. "And what if I have?"
Luca stepped forward, shrugging off his jacket. "Then I'd say you've finally outworked me."
She let a short smile graze her lips. "Not hard when you're busy hitting walls."
"You heard about the wall?"
"I saw the dent."
He raised a brow. "Stalking me now?"
"No. Just cleaning up your mess, as usual."
He walked behind her, glanced at the multiple tabs open—financial ledgers, entry logs, a paused surveillance clip from the night of the attack.
"You eat today?" he asked, peering down.
"Define 'eat.'"
"Anything that doesn't involve coffee or blue light."
Her fingers paused on the keyboard. "...Then no."
He bent down, hands bracing either side of her chair as he kissed the spot just beneath her ear. She shivered, pretending not to be affected, but the slight tremor in her voice gave her away.
