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He’s expecting an answer. One I can’t give him unless I reveal my cards. I didn’t come this far to only come this far.
“What do you want me to say? I saw you in a parking lot and immediately fell into an obsessive love?”
His hand wraps around my throat. That sickly sweet promise of being wrecked taking hold.
“I don’t do love,” he hisses.
“And you don’t do friends either. But how about manners?” I say, placing my hand on his.
“Perhaps you need to be taught another lesson.”
22
LUCA
“Has anyone ever punished you?” Ara’s voice is husky and sinful.
I kick up a cruel smile. “Those who have tried end up dead.”
My knees press between her thighs, this tight, obnoxious leather dress is driving me berserk. I can’t stand the push and pull. I want to see into her beautiful mind. What she wants from me. Because people only ever want to take. Still, I can’t resist her or the power she has over me. My curiosity has turned into a deep obsession. Because there’s nothing else I can offer her. Especially when I know how this ends. With one of us dead. And it won’t be me.
I tentatively kiss her, tasting the venom that is Arabella Barone. She tastes like a concoction of alcohol with the hindering smell of her orchid perfume.
“This dress is dangerous,” I whisper against her lips. Her head tilts back, opening up to me. As much as she might resist me, hate me, even want me dead—she can’t deny me. I push my tongue against hers, overpowering her in every way possible as I unzip the front of her dress.
A hungry growl escapes me as I look at the sheer bronze of her skin. She’s wearing no panties underneath.
“Who did you plan on seeing this tonight?” A muscle in my jaw tics. The two names Dmitri gave me tonight come to mind. She had destroyed both, but her error was ever letting one of them place a hand on her.
“Probably someone nice.” She bites back. “Someone who calls me sweet nothings and knows how to work my body.”
I nibble at her jaw, tasting every edge and curve of her. It’s never enough when it comes to this woman. I drop to my knees, my cock pressing against my pants painfully hard. “I know how to work your body, sweetheart.”
Without warning, I press my lips to her pussy, sucking on her clit. She hisses as she feathers a hand through my hair. “I know how to make you fall apart,” I remind her as I curl a finger into her wet folds and say with satisfaction. “Already so wet for me, sweetheart.”
“It’s nice to be called something other than whore,” she bites back.
“Why pretend when you like to be fucked like one?” I ask as I slip a second one in while still sucking on her clit. She arches into me a small groan escaping. “Did this sweet pussy of yours miss me?”
She gasps, her eyes bursting open as I add a third finger, stretching and pounding her cunt. Her gaze is hooded through thick eyelashes, and she stares at my quick work of her body. This little viper may very well be the death of me and yet I’m still on my knees worshiping her.
When I stand up, her perfectly manicured nails are quick on my belt, but I grab her wrists and slam her hands above her head against the mirror with one hand.
“Did you miss me?” I demand an answer.
Her breath is heavy and shallow.
“I missed your mouth,” she says through a harsh breath. Her gaze dips to my cock that’s pressing against my trousers. “And your cock.”
I press my thumb against her lips, smearing the red lipstick, thoughtfully. I then look through the mirror and back at myself noticing the red smeared on my own. I flip her onto her front and kick out her legs. “Keep your hands on the basin,” I instruct after I unzip the dress and pull it over her head.
She looks through the mirror at me with her beautiful, perfect tits hanging as I undo my belt and free my throbbing cock. Her hourglass shape curves perfectly to my every inch. Fuck. I will never get enough of this body.
“You’re going to watch me fuck you like a good girl. Do you understand?”
She bites her bottom lip and I want to punish her for it. Those sinful fucking lips. First, I’m going to fuck this sweet pussy so she knows who she belongs to.
My cock drives into her, those tight walls squeezing around my intrusion. Her breath hitches as I stretch her to accommodate my size until I’m in at the hilt. “See this pussy was made for my cock, Ara. This is mine to ruin.”
