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Chapter 31 - Chapter 30

Lukas's POV

She was beneath me — breathless, trembling, and so damn perfect.So tight, so warm, like her body had been made to fit only me.

And in that moment, there was only one thought echoing in my head:

Mine.Every gasp.Every arch of her back.Every shattered moan that left her lips.

Mine.

No one had touched her before.No one had claimed her the way I just did.And no one ever will — not as long as I breathe.

After having her against that cold wall — wild, breathless, mine — I couldn't stop.

Not with the way she clung to me like I was her salvation.

So I did what any man completely undone would do — I carried her.Her legs wrapped around me, lips still on mine, eyes glazed with need.

We didn't say a word as I kicked open the nearest private door and stepped inside. A room dimly lit, velvet curtains drawn, the scent of her still fresh on my skin.

I laid her down gently this time, like something sacred, but my eyes — they were anything but soft. Dark. Possessive. Ravenous.

She looked up at me, flushed and waiting, hair wild like a halo of chaos around her face.

I slid the strap of her dress off her shoulder slowly — torturously. She whimpered.

And then?

I kissed her again — not like a man in love, but like a man starving. This time, we had no interruptions. No walls. No distance.

Just skin. Breath. Fire. And the unspoken truth between us:

We had crossed a line — and there was no turning back.

She was beneath me again, flushed and breathless — a vision I could never forget.

I lifted her gently, sliding a pillow beneath her lower back to hold her closer, deeper. Her body arched into mine, a soft gasp slipping past her lips, followed by a moan that hit me like a drug.

That sound — her sound — was mine.

Her hands clutched at the sheets, then me, like I was the only thing grounding her in that moment. I didn't rush. I didn't let up. I moved with a purpose, with reverence, with a hunger that had been caged for too long.

She whispered my name — not like a plea, but like a prayer.

And I swore I'd never let anyone else hear it like that.

We weren't just two people tangled in heat. We were something more. Something raw.

In that moment, she wasn't the politician's daughter. I wasn't her bodyguard or a mafia enforcer.

We were just us. And this...This was the beginning of something we'd never be able to undo.

I moved deeper, slowly, purposefully — claiming every part of her, and she responded with a moan that echoed through the room, raw and uninhibited.

Her fingers gripped my back, nails digging into my skin as she arched into me, eyes fluttering shut. That sound — that beautiful, aching sound — drove me past the edge of control.

"Lukas…" she gasped, her voice trembling with need and something else — something deeper.

I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear, whispering, "Say it again."

She did. And I swore, in that moment, I'd never let her go. Not in this lifetime. Not ever.

We were two souls tangled in fire, in fury, in something far more dangerous than love.

Her nails raked down my back, sharp and desperate, leaving behind trails that stung and marked me as hers — and I welcomed every scratch like a badge of belonging. My mouth found her neck, branding her skin with kisses that deepened into bruised promises.

She gasped beneath me, her body arching, begging for more, and I gave it — not just with touch, but with a hunger that came from years of wanting, needing, waiting.

Her skin tasted like fire and heaven all at once, and as I pressed my lips lower, leaving hickeys that bloomed like wild violets across her collarbone, I knew one thing for certain — she was mine.

And no mark I left would ever fade enough to change that.

Her legs trembled around me, shaking like waves caught in a storm, and I didn't need words to know what she wanted — what she needed.

Her eyes, half-lidded and glazed with want, looked up at me like I was the only thing tethering her to this world. And maybe I was. Maybe that's exactly what I wanted to be — her anchor, her storm, her ruin.

"Use your words, doll," I whispered against her lips, but her only response was a soft whimper, her legs tightening around my waist.

That was enough.

Because I could feel it — the way her body begged for more, the way her nails gripped my arms, leaving burning trails of her desire.

And I gave it to her. Not just with touch or movement, but with the full force of every emotion I had buried for years. Every thrust, every kiss, every breathless groan was a vow — you are mine, and I am never letting you go

I leaned in, lips grazing the shell of her ear, my breath warm against her skin as I whispered, low and rough, "Come, baby… mark me yours."

Her body shivered beneath me — not from cold, but from the storm I had stirred within her. And God, I wanted it. Not just her body wrapped around mine, not just the way she moaned my name like a prayer, but her. All of her. Her marks, her scratches, her imprint on my soul.

"Leave them," I murmured, eyes locked on hers, daring her. "I want to see them. Feel them. Know I'm yours the way you're already mine."

She pulled me closer, her lips tracing over my jaw, her nails sinking into my back again — deeper this time. Her whispers against my skin sent shivers down my spine, each word a silent promise that I belonged to her just as much as she belonged to me.

And in that moment, nothing else existed — no mafia, no secrets, no threats. Just us. Just fire. Just the beautiful wreckage we made of each other.

"Come for me, baby…" I whispered against her lips, my voice rough, possessive, desperate. "Come with me."

Her eyes met mine, dazed and shining, and I could feel her unraveling in my arms, her body trembling beneath mine like a flame on the edge of losing control. I didn't slow down—instead, I moved harder, deeper, my name falling from her lips like a broken prayer.

"Just like that," I growled, kissing the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, my hand tangled in her hair as I chased the high of having her completely—mind, body, and soul.

"Let go, doll," I whispered again, my pace relentless. "Let it all go… with me."

And then, in a tangle of breathless moans and pounding hearts, we crashed together like a storm meeting fire—wild, consuming, and completely ours.

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