
The drive back from the Drake was electric silence.
Luca’s blacked-out SUV cut through Chicago’s late-night streets like a blade. Elena sat beside him, crimson gown still perfect, thigh-high slit riding up just enough to tease. Her hand rested on his thigh possessive, steady. His knuckles were white on the wheel, but the corner of his mouth kept twitching upward every time he glanced at her.








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