90 Days of desire

Isabella had always been the type of girl who craved freedom the kind that only came with a sense of independence. At 22, she thought she knew what it meant to be in control. But that was before she met Luca. Before he stepped into her life with his dark eyes and powerful presence, making her feel like nothing she'd ever known was safe or predictable.

One night, a simple invitation changed everything.

Isabella's night had started out just like any other. She was running late for a friend's party, feeling a bit more restless than usual. The weight of her secrets, her desires, everything she couldn't quite put into words was starting to suffocate her. As she slid into the club, the pulsing music vibrating through her body, she scanned the room for her friends.

That was when she first saw him ..Luca.

He stood across the room, eyes locked on hers from across the crowd. Tall, dark, and undeniably magnetic. His gaze didn't wander he didn't look at anyone but her. And in that moment, Isabella's world shifted. It wasn't just his body, chiseled and dangerous in the dim light. It wasn't just his suit that screamed wealth and power. It was the way he looked at her like he could see through her. Like he knew exactly what she wanted before she did.

Before she could look away, Luca was standing beside her, the scent of expensive cologne filling her senses.

"Isabella," he said, his voice deep and controlled, like a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to take it. "You've been waiting for me."

Her breath caught in her throat. She didn't know how he knew her name didn't know anything about him except for the magnetism that pulled her toward him like gravity. His presence consumed the space between them, drawing her in despite every instinct that told her to run.

"I think you're mistaken," Isabella said, trying to play it cool. But even she knew how weak the words sounded.

He raised an eyebrow, a slow smile forming on his lips. "Am I? You're exactly what I've been looking for."

And just like that, the invitation was made. He didn't need to speak the words. His eyes told her everything.

"You belong to me, Isabella," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as his hand touched the small of her back, urging her closer. "For the next 90 days, I will show you pleasures you've never even imagined. Every day will be a new experience. A new form of pleasure. You won't be able to resist. And you won't want to."

Isabella's body responded before her mind could catch up. His voice, smooth and low, slid under her skin, igniting something deep within her. She knew she should've walked away should've resisted. But there was a hunger in her she couldn't ignore.

"90 days?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Luca smiled, a slow, dangerous grin that sent a thrill straight to her core. "Every day, Isabella. You'll learn to crave the things you never thought possible. By the end of it, you'll be mine body, mind, and soul."

The words hung in the air, heavy and electric. She should've turned him down. She should've walked away and found her friends. But the truth was, she couldn't. Because for the first time in her life, Isabella knew that she wasn't in control