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The evening sun was just beginning to dip below the skyline, casting golden hues across Luca's sleek office. I was perched on the edge of his desk, flipping through a stack of reports he had asked me to review, while Luca himself leaned back in his chair, observing me with that signature intensity.
It had been a quiet day in the office, almost unnervingly so. No sudden outbursts, no angry phone calls—just Luca, calm and composed. I had learned by now that his "calm" was often more dangerous than his rage, a sign that his mind was busy plotting something.
The peace, however, was short-lived.
The double doors to his office swung open without so much as a knock, and in strolled Arlo and Nico. The two brothers were an unstoppable force of energy, their banter echoing through the room before they even fully stepped inside.
"Luca, you brooding bastard!" Nico exclaimed, his grin wide and mischievous. "Why do you always look like you're planning someone's funeral?"
"Because he probably is," Arlo added, his tone completely deadpan.
Luca sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "Do neither of you know how to knock?"
"Knocking is for people with boring lives," Nico retorted, flopping onto the couch in the corner of the office like he owned the place.
"And we're not boring," Arlo chimed in, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. "Ah, Lenora! Lovely as always."
I smiled at him, though I could already sense the mischief brewing. "Hello, Arlo."
"Don't just say hello to him," Nico cut in, leaning forward with a smirk. "I'm here too, you know. And might I say, you're looking particularly radiant today."
Luca's chair creaked as he sat up straighter, his jaw tightening. "Don't test me, Nico."
"Oh, relax," Nico waved him off, clearly enjoying himself. "We're just admiring her beauty. Can you blame us?"
Luca's glare was icy, but I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me. The brothers were relentless, and their playful antics were a refreshing contrast to Luca's usual stoicism.
"What do you two want?" Luca finally asked, his tone sharp but resigned.
Arlo and Nico exchanged a look, their grins widening.
"We're hitting the club tonight," Arlo announced.
"And you're coming with us," Nico added, pointing a finger at Luca.
"No," Luca replied immediately.
"Oh, come on," Nico groaned. "You're no fun anymore. You're always holed up in this office or locked away in your overly-too-private house."
It's a bloody mansion.
"I have better things to do," Luca said flatly, his gaze flicking to me.
Arlo's brows shot up, and a slow smile spread across his face. "Ah, I see how it is. You'd rather spend the night with Lenora. Can't blame you for that."
"Arlo," Luca warned, his voice low.
But Arlo was undeterred. "You know, Lenora, you're welcome to join us too. Might be fun to see Luca out of his element for once."
"I don't think—" I started, but Nico cut me off.
"No, no, he doesn't get a say in this. Lenora, you're coming. And you're bringing him with you."
"Why do I get the feeling I don't have a choice?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because you don't," Nico said cheerfully.
Luca groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You two are insufferable."
"And you love us for it," Arlo said with a wink.
Hours later, I found myself standing in front of my wadrobe, trying to decide what to wear.
"Lenora," Luca called from the living room, his tone impatient.
"I'm almost ready!" I shouted back, slipping into a sleek black dress that clung to my curves in all the right places. The deep neckline and high slit were daring, but this was the only thing I had.
When I walked out, Luca's eyes darkened immediately. He didn't say anything at first, but the way his gaze roamed over me sent a shiver down my spine.
"That dress," he said finally, his voice low and rough.
"What about it?" I asked innocently, even as a smile tugged at my lips.
"You're doing this on purpose," he accused, stepping closer.
"Doing what?"
He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Testing my patience."
I bit my lip, trying to suppress a laugh. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
His hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer. "Keep it up, amore, and you won't make it to the club."
The club was loud, packed with people and pulsing with energy. Arlo and Nico were already at the bar, laughing and chatting with a group of strangers.
Luca stayed close to me, his hand resting possessively on my lower back as we navigated through the crowd.
"You're tense," I said, leaning in so he could hear me over the music.
"I don't like places like this," he admitted, his gaze scanning the room.
"Then why did you agree to come?"
He looked down at me, his expression softening. "Because you wanted to."
I would have stayed back if I knew that.
Before I could respond, Nico appeared with a drink in hand. "Here you go, Lenora. Thought you might need something to loosen up."
"Thanks, Nico," I said, accepting the drink though I wasn't planning on having it. There's a huge crowd here and I wanted to be conscious.
Luca shot his brother a warning look. "Don't push it."
Nico just grinned. "Relax, big brother. I'm just being friendly."
Later, Luca and I found ourselves on the dance floor after I practically dragged Luca with me. The music was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist moving to the beat. Luca stood behind me, his hands on my hips secured as I swayed against him.
"You're killing me, Lenora," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.
I glanced back at him, a teasing smile on my lips. "Am I?"
"You have no idea," he growled, his grip tightening.
I pressed closer, letting my movements become more deliberate, more sensual. The tension between us was electric, and I could feel the effect I was having on him.
He was hard.
"Lenora," he warned, his voice strained.
"Yes, Luca?" I asked sweetly, feigning innocence.
"You're in so much trouble," he promised, his eyes blazing with heat.
"Am I?" I gave him a cheeky grin and god knows what kind of confidence poured upon me because the next thing I was doing was swaying my hips ono him purposely. Grinding my ass onto his crotch.
His hold on me tightening.
"Fuck Lenora." Luca groaned. More like growled.
With a swift motion he had me turned wrapping his hands around my waist as his hand started squeezing my ass.
"Don't start something you won't be able to handle little one." He whispered into my ear as his tongue started flicking my earlobe.
"L..luca.." I tried to keep myself steady.
he groaned pulling me closer as he started to hump me against his jean-covered crotch. We were in the middle of a chaotic dance floor yet neither of us seemed to care this.
And I was soaked. I could feel it.
"You've been such a naughty girl, Lenora." He bits my ear as I gasp. "Wearing such a little dress and trying to mimic a doggy-style fuck in a dance floor, hmm?"
Dear god.
"L-lucaa.." I tightened my hold on him hard as I tried to rub my thighs together. Tried to make some sort of a friction just so I could feel a little good, but Luca wasn't having it.
"Look at you," he chucked, his voice dark and rough. "That little pussy overly drenched in your panties wanting to be filled."
"Oh god.."
"Yes, baby," he said looking straight into my eyes. Something dark and dangerous igniting. "I'm your god tonight."
My eyes begged holding on to him tight. His lips twitching in a cruel hungry smirk.
"What do you want, angel," he murmured. His hand holding the back of my neck.
"Y..you." I stuttered as I let out another gasp when he pinched my nipples through my thin fabric. "I want you daddy."
"It might be too soon for you to handle all of me, love." His gaze darkened as his voice turned more hoarse.
"Please Luca.." I kissed the corner of his mouth, purposefully biting his lower lip. "I'm ready," i breathed. "I want you Luca."
"Enough." He warned, his voice hard. Expression turning dark.
One minute I was barely holding myself against him and the next I was thrown over his hard shoulder as he carried me—like a sack of potatoes and started walking towards the exit.