Chapter 6 His Reaction

• Ghost POV
• I grab Chase, spinning him to face me, and kiss him hard, my lips bruising against his. He grunts into my mouth, startled but pliant. Releasing him, I shove him against a nearby tree, his hands automatically bracing against the rough bark. He doesn’t resist. He never does.
• Good.
• My eyes flick back to the window. Lorenzo hasn’t noticed me yet, too wrapped up in his perfect life, his perfect fiancée. It’s maddening. Watching him, knowing he’s touching her the way I want to touch him, makes my blood boil and my body burn.
• My hands move quickly, unfastening my trousers with practiced ease. Chase is already pulling his down, eager and compliant. I grab the condom from my pocket, tearing it open with my teeth before sliding it on. I’m always careful, no exceptions. Well, except for one. There’s only one man I’d fuck raw.
• And he’s standing in that window.
• I grab Chase’s hips, yanking him back toward me as I line myself up. In one brutal thrust, I bury myself deep inside him. He groans, his body jerking forward against the tree, but I barely register it. My focus is on the window, on Lorenzo.
• My hand tangles in Chase’s hair, yanking his head back as I set a punishing rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, but it’s background noise to me. All I can see is Lorenzo, his hands pressed against the glass, his body driving into her with relentless precision.
• Every movement he makes, every thrust of his hips into her, sends a jolt of frustration and desire tearing through me. From this angle, I can see everything—the way his body presses hers into the glass, the glint of sweat on his forehead, the maddening sight of his cock disappearing into her with every motion.
• “Fuck,” I growl under my breath, driving into Chase harder, faster, trying to exorcise the jealousy clawing at my chest. My grip tightens on Chase’s hips, my fingers digging into his skin as I pour all my frustration into the brutal rhythm.
• “That’s it, Princess,” I murmur, my voice low and ragged. “Fuck her. Show me how it’s done.”
• My words are met with a guttural groan from Chase, but I’m not talking to him. My eyes remain fixed on the window, willing Lorenzo to look up, to notice me.
• And then he does.
• His head lifts, his sharp features snapping into focus, and his eyes meet mine. For a moment, the world stops. His mouth falls open, his expression frozen in shock.
• I slam my hips forward harder, groaning at the intensity of it. “That’s it,” I whisper, my voice dripping with satisfaction. “Watch me. Watch what I’ll do to you one day.”
• Heat surges through me, building to a fever pitch. I’m right there, teetering on the edge, my whole body straining toward release. Lorenzo’s gaze is locked on mine, his shock and anger mixing into something I can’t quite name.
• I smirk, and that’s when it happens. His expression hardens, and he snaps out of it. The curtain drops, cutting me off from him entirely.
• “No!” I snarl, my voice raw with frustration. My movements falter, and the heat in my body dissipates like smoke.
• The edge I was riding vanishes, leaving me with nothing but a hollow ache and burning rage. I pull out of Chase, ripping off the condom and yanking my trousers up.
• “Really?” Chase asks, his tone full of annoyance as he adjusts his clothes.
• “I’m not in the fucking mood,” I snap, my voice sharp enough to cut.
• Chase mutters something under his breath but doesn’t push me. He fixes his pants in silence, his posture tense.
• I glance back toward the house, my jaw tight, my hands itching to break something. Lorenzo had seen me. He’d watched me, and for a moment, I thought I had him. Thought I’d gotten under his skin the way he always gets under mine.
• But he closed the fucking curtains.
• All I needed was a few more seconds, just a little longer, and I’d have been there. But no. He hid from me.
• The thought burns, and I shove my hands into my pockets, storming back toward the car.
• He can close the curtains all he wants. He can hide behind his perfect little life, his perfect little fiancée. But sooner or later, he’ll stop running.
• And when he does, I’ll be waiting.
• There’s nothing he can do to stop me. No amount of distance, denial, or rage will change the inevitable. I’ll find a way to make him see me—really see me. He’ll stop running, stop pretending this isn’t what he wants. What we both want.
• Before we knew who we were—before the truth of our bloodlines twisted everything—he wanted me. I saw it in the way his eyes softened when they met mine, the way he let his guard down around me. And that kiss...
• That moment is burned into my memory. The way he leaned in, his breath mingling with mine, the hesitation melting away as he claimed me with a hunger I hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a surrender. His lips on mine were a promise, and I won’t let him break it.
• I want to go back to that moment, to feel his body against mine without the weight of who we are pressing down on us. Back to when it was just him and me, stripped of the titles, the wars, the expectations. Back to when he gave in to the pull between us, when nothing else mattered but the fire we ignited in each other.
• I’ll get him back.
• I don’t care what it takes, what lines I have to cross, or what chaos I have to unleash. He will be mine.
• Our families can tear at each other all they want. They can spill blood and shatter alliances, clawing for control of a city that will never truly belong to either of them. That war isn’t mine. I don’t care about claiming territory or toppling the De Luca empire like my father does.
• No, my war is different.
• My war is for him.
• Lorenzo De Luca. The Prince. The man who haunts my every waking thought and plagues my dreams. The one person who drives me to the brink of obsession.
• I don’t just want him. I want to own him. I want to shatter the mask he wears for his family, to rip away the carefully constructed facade and see the man underneath—the man who kissed me, who wanted me before he even knew my name.
• I’ll take him, and I’ll make the world see it. I’ll make him mine in a way no one can deny. Not his family, not my father, not even Lorenzo himself.
• He can fight it. He can call me crazy, deranged, unhinged. Maybe I am. But that doesn’t change the truth. He’s mine.
• Mine to claim.
• Mine to break.
• Mine to fucking keep.
• And when I have him—when he finally accepts what I already know—there won’t be a single person left standing who dares to challenge us. I’ll burn the world down before I let anyone take him from me.
• So let him push me away. Let him glare at me, curse me, hit me. Let him act like he doesn’t feel this fire too. It doesn’t matter.
• Because in the end, Lorenzo De Luca will be mine. And the whole damn world will know it.