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Luna nods, but she doesn't speak. "Sit on the piano," I order, before I lift her onto the bench, and I watch as she tentatively settles her pert behind on the smooth, shiny top of the grand. "Now spread your legs."
Her mouth opens, and I wait for her to retort, but she doesn't. Slowly, shyly, she obeys me and soon, I'm met with the material that hides her core from my view. With my fingertips on her ankles, I trail my way up her legs. Each inch I feather my touch along sends a shudder through her.
When her head drops back and a moan of pleasure falls from her lips, I'm certain I'm about to lose my mind. I reach her knees and push them wider before I get to her inner thighs. Her smooth flesh is dotted in goose bumps as I tug at the hemline of her shorts.
Pushing the garment to the side, I find her bare. "No panties?" My brow arches in question and she silently shakes her head. "Naughty girl." I tease her seam with my index finger which earns me a dick-throbbing whimper. "You know," I say as I taunt her with slow circles on her clit. "A hate fuck is more exciting than an evening of making love."
Her fingers curl around the top of the piano as she tries to focus on my words. I dip a finger into her, but not too deep. Her hips rise to meet my ministrations, and her thighs tremble as her feet slide beside my thighs.
The scent of her is intoxicating. I haven't ever smelled a woman so delicious, so mouth-watering before. "Because…" I continue as I insert a second finger, still not deep enough to give her what she needs. "The moment my cock stretches you without warning, when your body is shuddering and trembling beneath mine." I smile when she mewls my name. "That's when you'll beg me to make you scream. And I will."
"Please, Enzo!" Luna cries out and my cock leaks in my briefs. I'm sure there's a wet spot in my slacks. "Please."
"You'll beg and plead for my dick," I tell her, ignoring her pleas. "And I'll wait, and wait," I say as I continue teasing her. "And then, when you can't speak, when your voice is so broken from begging, I'll fuck you so hard, your body will bow for me. Your tight little cunt will mold to me, and you will only ever want me."
I pinch her clit with the last two words I utter, and she does scream my name so loudly, I'm sure the whole fucking New York City just heard her. I don't stop though, I continue circling her hardened little nub until her thighs are shaking uncontrollably, and her knuckles have turned white as she grips the piano.
Her back curves beautifully, elegantly as she leans back.
My cock is so sensitive, each movement against my briefs takes me closer to the edge. Slowly, I slide my fingers from her tight entrance. Luna lifts her head, her eyes are glazed with pleasure as she watches me lick each digit, tasting her flavor which bursts on my tongue.
"Such a good little dancer." I smile when her mouth pops open in shock. "Next time, I'll have you up there with your pointe shoes and leotard on." I push to my feet and help her to stand on shaky legs. Before she can take a step, I scoop her up and walk down the hallway toward her bedroom.
Her delicate hands on my bare chest send sparks of need through me, but I don't do anything more than setting her on the mattress and pulling the comforter over her curled up frame. When I reach the door, I grip the handle, wondering to myself just how I’m walking away from her instead of fucking her senseless.
The moment I step over the threshold, her voice comes to me, as if floating on a summer breeze. "Thank you for not hating me." I shut the door without responding, because deep down, if I were to say anything, it would flay me open and expose my humanity.
She's gotten to me.
She's burrowing under my skin.
And I have no way of getting her out.
Chapter 18
Luna
I haven't seen Enzo since he put me to bed and left me in my bedroom. Forty-eight hours is a long time to spend on tenterhooks, wondering if what you did was right. Or if he liked seeing me sitting on his piano, writhing like that. The memory blooms with warmth on my cheeks, spreading down to my chest as I roll over and squeeze my thighs together.
It's morning, and the apartment is silent. I have another hour before my classes start, and I know if I don't get up now, I'll be late. Sighing as I push the blankets off, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and glance at my nightstand to find a small black envelope.
