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A dark chuckle escapes him. I realize my miscalculation. I thought, perhaps, Luca hadn’t dealt with me because he saw some advantage to it. Perhaps my connection with my father. Now I realize, with shocking horror, I might just be his new plaything. One that is disposable at any moment. I’d played right into his trap.
I bite down on his fingers, and he hisses with illicit pleasure. “I want you to get on your knees.”
“No.”
His devastating, cruel smile resurfaces. “If you want to walk out of here tonight, you will drop to your knees and we’ll finish what we started.”
It draws me straight back to the memory in his family mansion. The one he wasn’t supposed to be at on that fateful night. My lower stomach pools with heat. Fuck, I hate how much my body betrays me. How flushed I am because of this man. Has it really been that long since I’ve let a man touch me?
I snap myself out of it. No this isn’t what I want. I’m not here of my own accord. I’m simply here and breathing because he permitted it, and his arrogant smile says as much as I drop to my knees and begin to pull down on his zipper.
Despite my disheveled state, I accept Luca Armani’s unspoken challenge. He might think he can force me into this. But I’ll find a way to pay all of this back tenfold. I am not to be underestimated. I’ve taken two men down before him. I’ll make sure he’s my fucking trifecta.
I lick my lips, goose bumps erupting over my skin.
“Take off your sweater,” he commands. He really fucking hates my lazy attire. I remove it, feeling even more exposed as my nipples peak through the black bralette. “Those fucking perfect tits.”
I flinch from the compliment as I free his cock. My breath hitches. Fucking hell. There’s no way I’m going to be able to fit the entire thing into my mouth.
His hand catches the bottom of my chin and lifts my gaze to his. A very smug male smile. “Show me how much you want to live past tonight, my little stalker.”
“Stop calling me that,” I hiss, slapping his hand away.
“Start doing as your told,” he orders, a shift of cruelty crossing in his gaze like a magnetizing and deadly storm.
I hate the fact he has all the wealth, looks, arrogance, and the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. No wonder he acts like such an asshole. I open my mouth, barely able to stretch over his girth. The light salty taste of his skin and texture of veins slide over my tongue. I hold the base of his cock with my hand, and my eyes water as I take him in as much as I can and start to bob my head over his cock.
His head rolls back, and I realize with sudden clarity he is as much at my mercy as I was to him earlier. This powerful man standing over me is giving himself to me entirely with his defenses down.
There was something powerful in being the reason to his undoing now. His hand reaches for my caramel bobbed wig. I curl my hands around his ass, sharp nails digging in as I try to take him deeper into my mouth, choking with every partial thrust.
“Fuck, this filthy mouth of yours,” he says rolling his gaze back down to me. A wild storm fills them. This monster stares at me with possessive contentment. I dig my nails in harder, the taste of precum hitting the back of my throat as I slide him all the way in.
My core swirls with anticipation, greed, and heavy desire. I hate myself for liking this. But I can’t stop until I see this powerful man come undone because of my doing.
I graze my teeth along his cock, and he hisses with adamant pleasure. Back and forth, I stretch my throat for him until he picks up his own pace and begins to assault my mouth. Tears stream down my cheeks, and that earlier sensation and inability to breathe takes hold again. I know he’s close. He will break before me. I hope.
“That perfect fucking mouth of yours,” he hisses out through a sharp breath.
Just when my vision begins to become blurry, Luca thrusts into my mouth all the way to the hilt. Cum hits the back of my throat as he jerks.
He looks down at me, a wild storm barely passing through. “That’s right. Take your fill.” He jerks again, another powerful blow hits me, and I down him like he’s the last drink I’ll ever have. Fuck, it might be.
Luca releases my hair as he pulls out of my mouth. I’m quick to adjust the wig. I’ve fucked in them plenty of times, but I’ve never had someone tug it so hard it was an absolute mess afterward.
His thumb grazes my bottom lip thoughtfully. I wonder, then, if he’s still considering killing me.
“This fucking mouth of yours is a dangerous thing, Arabella Barone.” When he uses my full name, it makes it all the more surreal as to what just transpired between us. We both hide behind our names during the day. However, this unapologetic version of both of us has been unmasked. Our vulgar, ugly, and unwavering sides. Where mine is sly, his is deadly. I’m certain it’s a dangerous mix.
“How nice for you to be rewarded tonight,” he purrs like a god offering a favor. As if having his cock hit the back of my throat was an honor.
“How exactly is that a fucking reward?” I pull my head away and throw what he considers an abomination of a sweater back on.
He charms with a slow sensual smile as he tucks his dress shirt back into his pants. “By letting you live for another day. I hope you’ve come to realize you might’ve bitten off more than you can chew by taking an interest in me.”
“Maybe I really should’ve bitten down on your cock,” I snide back. In our social circles, I know when to keep my mouth shut. But here, with him now, in all our ugliness, I can’t help but bite back. He draws out the worst version of myself—entirely exposed and currently at his mercy.
His gaze darkens, a cruel promise of illicit pleasure. “Don’t flirt with me, my little stalker. I don’t think you can handle the consequence.”
