Episode 4
Soon, she got to the estate and parked her car in a space behind his large apartment. The building gleamed with fresh paint and polished glass, every corner whispering money.
She walked up the stone steps and stopped at a door marked "Luca Marino" in sleek silver letters.
Balancing the package in one arm, she knocked lightly. “Luca? It’s Stacey.”
She didn't get any response. She tried again, a little louder. “Luca? Your package."
Still, no one answered. Her brows drew together. Maybe he was doing something inside and couldn’t hear her. She wrapped her fingers around the handle and pushed. To her surprise, the door swung open with a quiet click.
She hesitated for a second, then stepped inside. The room was cool and faintly scented with something masculine and expensive.
She looked around, and her breath caught. The living space was huge, with soft cream walls, dark leather couches, and other expensive electronics and furniture. Every piece of furniture looked like it belonged in a luxury magazine spread.
“Wow…” she whispered and took a few steps in, then she set the package on the table.
She was about to call out again when a sound stopped her. A deep, guttural moan.
Her head tilted toward the hallway at the back of the apartment. The sound came again, louder this time, thick with pleasure. Her heartbeat quickened.
Curiosity stirred in her chest. She took a cautious step toward the hall, making sure her sandals weren't making any sound against the plush carpet. The closer she got, the clearer the noises became.
She knew exactly what those sounds were. Her pulse drummed in her ears as she reached the partially open door at the end of the hall. She pressed her fingertips lightly against it, nudging it just enough to widen her view.
Her eyes widened when she saw Luca naked. His shorts were pushed down around his thighs, and he wrapped his hand around his. She watched him, stroking his dick from base to tip with a grip that made every vein stand out.
Her mouth went dry. She has never seen one that big in real life. The thick length of him glistened as his fist slid up, then down, then up again. She saw the whole length when he paused to pour more lotion. It was long with a well-carved pink cap.
He wrapped his hand around himself again, this time stroking faster. His other hand ran lazily over his lower stomach, dipping toward the base before cupping himself.
Stacey’s thighs pressed together without her even realizing it. She knew she should leave. She knew this was private. But she couldn’t move. Her eyes stayed locked on the way his muscles flexed with every movement, on the slow arch of his back when a particularly deep moan escaped his throat.
She bit her lip, leaning in slightly, careful not to make a sound. Then, his head tilted back, his eyes half-closed, and his lips parted. The moan that left him this time was rougher, deeper, almost a growl.
And then she heard it.
"Fuck, Stacey, yesss!"
Her entire body went still. She couldn't believe her ears. He just called her name. Does it mean he was stroking while thinking about her? Her mind was still running wild when he spoke again.
“Yes, baby. I love your fucking ass… those perfect breasts… I wish I could fuck you hard and make you scream my name."
His words sent heat straight to her core. Her hand drifted unconsciously to the hem of her gown, grazing her thigh as she pressed herself against the doorframe.
She noticed he was looking at something and followed his gaze. She gasped when she saw her picture. He was looking at her picture. She was wearing a bikini. The same bikinis she wore at the beach.
"He actually took my pictures?" She asked under her breath. She was suspecting him, but now, she could see it with her eyes. One captured her ass, and the other one captured both her face and her chest. Luca’s eyes never left the pictures.
“God, I can’t… “You’re driving me crazy,” he groaned, eyes rolling back slightly. “I want you here… I want to feel you beneath me.”
"I'm here, baby." She nearly spoke up, but she managed to hold keep quiet.
