Chapter 1
The day Luca decided to go legit, he fucked me like it was our last night on earth.
I stared at my shredded lingerie on the floor, unable to find words.
“Luca, is your dick gonna be out of commission tomorrow or something?”
The way he fucked me made me think his penis was gonna snap in half tomorrow.
After, he lit a cigarette, those hooded eyes half–closed, looking zoned out.
“Listen. Adora,” he exhaled, voice like gravel. “If I ever cut you loose…”
“You ain’t gonna go all psycho bitch on me, right?”
Though he smirked around his cigarette, those words chilled me to the bone.
Ten years with Luca Russo–I knew every fucking mood swing by heart.
He wanted his women submissive, but I always gave him that perfect cocktail of rebellion and
surrender.
Like now–I snatched the half–smoked cigarette from between his fingers, choking down the
shitstorm inside me, and cocked an eyebrow with practiced indifference.
“For fuck’s sake, Luca. You think I’m still some teenage groupie?”
If I were still that girl in sneakers, and Luca tried dumping me, I’d have stormed his territory with a goddamn death wish.
But at twenty–eight…
The words died in my throat.
Luca messed up my hair, crushing out the cigarette that was burning to his fingers.
“That’s it, Adora. We’re done.”
“And quit that smoking shit–stop treating your body like trash.”
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“We ain’t kids anymore. This lifestyle’s gotta end.”
Everything inside me went dead still.
Crying is a luxury only the powerless can afford.
Tears would fuck up my makeup, make me look desperate.
I faked casual, reaching for my jacket off the floor.
Luca’s arm shot out, yanking me back against his chest.
Outside, storm clouds gathered like spilled ink, rain about to break.
His lips traced my naked spine as he fixed my dress straps with practiced fingers.
He bit my earlobe, same as always.
Whispered, “You hear that?”
I stayed silent. He didn’t give a shit.
His tone carried that don’t–fuck–with–me authority of a man who orders hits over breakfast.
“Storm’s coming. Stay a while longer, yeah?”
Ten years can smooth all your jagged edges into something that looks like peace.
Luca forgot one thing–my attitude isn’t just for show.
When I’m done, I’m fucking done.
I straightened up, pushed away that chiseled face of his, and let out a soft laugh.
“How long can this little rainstorm possibly last?”
How long could he keep me when he was already thinking of someone else?
For a split second, a muscle twitched in Luca’s jaw before his mask slipped back on.
When he introduced her, he didn’t sugarcoat shit.
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“Adora, you’re smart. You get it.”
“Her name’s Grace. She ain’t like you. You can roll in the gutter with me without needing a ring.”
“She can’t handle that. She’s too fucking innocent.”
Words caught in my throat.
Looking at the wreckage around us, I suddenly couldn’t speak.
What the fuck did he mean I could “roll in the gutter” without a ring?
Black stockings, stilettos, slip dresses.
Luca had dressed me like his fantasy for years.
And now that I’d perfected being his sexy ride–or–die, I was suddenly too much?
I wanted to rip him a new one right there.
But his finger pressed against his lips, telling me to shut my mouth.
It was her–Grace–calling.
“Luca, weren’t you supposed to pick me up?”
“I’m all alone. I’m scared…”
NCT
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