Chapter 51

• Chapter 51: Bruised Silk
• He drives into her like he’s trying to carve his name inside her. There’s no rhythm anymore—only the brutal cadence of desire turned cruel. Luca's hips snap forward in raw, relentless thrusts, his hands gripping her waist like he owns every inch of her. Lena’s body jolts with every punishing motion, the bed creaking beneath them as if even the furniture is protesting the violence of it.
• Her knuckles go white against the sheets as her moans fracture into whimpers. The clapping sound of their sweat-slicked skin slamming together echoes off the walls—loud, constant, obscene. Her breath hitches, eyes squeezed shut, tears catching in the corners but never falling. His pace doesn't falter. He’s fucking her like a man possessed, like her softness is the only thing anchoring him to a reality he’s trying to destroy with every thrust.