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It’s hard to breathe when he’s standing this damned close to me.
I have to fight the urge to touch him, to wrap my legs around his damn waist and take every bit of frustration that I’m feeling out on his body. I’m sorely tempted to use him right back until I feel better.
Hedidsay that I could tie him up, after all.
“Why bother?! Why charm me? Why seduce me like that? Why take me to a hotel with you and let mesleep with you?!” I can’t stop hurling words at him.
The smile that curves over his lips is damned sinful. “Because I wanted to.”
The tips of his fingers dip inside of the waistband of my satin sleep shorts. Any lower and he’s going to realize that I’m not wearing anything underneath them. He trails along the line of thin elastic in the fabric, sending ripples of sensation down my legs. His pelvis leans forward as he traps me fully against the door, his breath washes over my lips as he speaks in a lower tone.
“I couldn’t help myself. The most stunning woman that I’ve ever seen flirts with me? I would be a fool to turn that down.”
I scoff, even if I’m a little flattered in spite of myself. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“And it works every time.” He teases. I have no idea if he means it or not, I’m having trouble thinking about anything at all with his lips practically touching mine.
It’s a challenge and we both know it.
It’s a test to see which one of us is going to cave first. I will be damned if he thinks that it will be me. I slap his hand away from my hip.Hard. The sound seems to somehow echo around us as a flicker of something I can’t understand washes over Luca’s face.
“Don’t ever touch me again.” I command. My hands find his chest and shove bitterly. “Get away from me. What happened last night isnevergoing to happen again.”
Luca’s gaze darkens. His tongue runs along his lip and he shrugs almost too casually. “If that’s what you want.”
What? Damn him. Of course it’s not. I’mlivid. I want him to work for it. I want him to beg on his knees to touch me… I feel like I’m in heat and it doesn’t make a lick of sense. He’s my brother’s enemy. He’s been contracted to kill me.
My upper lip curls into a sneer and I turn to stomp into my bedroom. I’m not going to be the one to lose.
I yelp as Luca snatches me by the back of my neck and hauls me back against him. I collide heavily into the strong plane of his chest and the hard length of him that I remember so well digging into my ass. His hand tightens on my throat, fingers splaying over my jaw so that I can’t run away as the other slides down my stomach into the front of my shorts. He parts me with his fingers so easily as he feels just how wet I am for him.
Luca makes a satisfied little laugh directly in my ear. My face flames hotter.
“Just as I suspected.” He spreads my wetness over his fingers, circling my clit slowly, teasing me until my thighs start to part on their own.
And he stops.
“Tell me again that you don’t want me to touch you?”
“Go to hell.” I spit.
“Such a mouth on you.” His fingers find my clit and pinch, hard, before rolling the sensitive skin between his fingers. “That’s a much better sound for your mouth to make, don’t you think?”
His touch softens as his fingers dip lower, circling my entrance with a slow pace. I want him to shove me up against this door and fuck me - right now. I want all of my frustration taken from me until I can’t feel anything anymore. But no, he’s decided that he needs to torture me.
I hate that I like it so much.
“Tell you what, you tell me to stop again, baby girl, and I promise not to touch you anymore. Sound good?” Luca’s lips brush against the shell of my ear as he speaks. I refuse to answer him.
“Use your words. Say, yes sir, if you understand me. I need to hear it, or I will have to take your silence as refusal.” His fingers dip inside of me, pumping once and sliding out all over again.
“... yessir.” I grind out as bitterly as I can - and I’m instantly rewarded.
It’s like a short circuit to my brain how he slips two fingers inside of me, pumping and curling atjustthe right angle that my damned knees go weak. I’m held up by the hand inside of me and the one around my throat. He lifts me clear off of my feet and walks the pair of us the three feet to my bed before he sets me down and somehow manages to yank my shorts clear off of me at the exact same time.
I practically fall forward onto the bed. My palms slap the bedding and my fingers curl into the comforter as my ass rounds back to his hand so that he can have better access to any part of me that he damn well desires.
I hear his knee hit the ground heavily, and then his tongue is on me, in me and yet not enough. His fingers curl and move so expertly that I make sounds I don’t even recognize. My muscles are still sore from last night but it’s like he managed to memorize the things that I do and do not like so easily. I can hardly breathe as he consumes me.
