The first night

The moment the last guest left, Lucas lifted her into his arms as though she weighed nothing. Eiman’s protests were muffled against his chest, but his grip was merciless, his jaw set.

“Lucas—put me down!” she demanded, fists pressing against him.

His voice was ice. “You’re my wife now. And wives don’t run.”

He carried her through the villa’s grand corridors, past portraits of Marlos long dead, until he reached his bedroom—massive, shadowed, and intimidating. The door shut behind them with a decisive click, sealing her fate.

When he set her on the bed, she scrambled back, but he caught her wrist with lightning speed. In one smooth motion, he pulled the silk tie from his collar, looping it around her wrists and fastening them to the carved headboard.

Her breath caught. “You can’t—”

“I already did.” His gaze burned into hers, sharp and unrelenting. “If chains couldn’t stop you from running, then silk will.”

Eiman’s heart raced, fear and something far more dangerous coursing through her veins. She should hate him. She did hate him. Yet the way he leaned over her, the sheer force of his presence, set her skin ablaze.

Lucas lowered his face, his breath ghosting against her ear. “You’ll learn something tonight, Eiman. I don’t lose what’s mine.”

Her body trembled beneath him, her lips parting to speak, but no words came. His nearness, the intoxicating mix of power and heat, stripped her of reason.

And when his mouth finally claimed hers, it wasn’t gentle—it was a storm, fierce and consuming, a kiss that told her she belonged to the most dangerous man in Italy.

He hovers over her, tracing her jawline with his thumb, his voice low, telling her ,

you will never escape, your minevand only money, I will capture u any time any where you are only mine fo you understand little one

Eiman’s body betrays her — her breath hitches, her cheeks burn, she feels torn between resisting and melting into him.

Lucas leans in, kissing her deeply, hands sliding down her sides, drawing gasps from her as he presses closer.

The scene grows more heated , he unzip her gown and took it off half way his hand landed on her bra hook, he un hooked it , her eyes widened

w-what are you doing

claiming what's mine ( in his deep voice )

n-no I don't allow you

ohhh yeah what will you do little mouse ( licked her lips)

( gasp) that's not fair you can't force me

little bunny , belive me i can do anything

[ threw her bra away she was half naked he heald her waist and pulled her then sicked on her neck and nibbled on her bottom lip amd as his mouth claimed hers again, fierce and possessive, she realized the night was no longer hers at all—it was his, and he would take every part of it.”

to be continued....

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