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“Oh, God,” I moan, surprised at the intensity of my reaction. But it all feels so good, every inch of skin he lays a hand on singing and tingling. I want to take off every stitch of clothes and let him use me for hours. It will never be enough.
“You’re so good,” he groans, now working his hand under my shirt to cup my bare breast while he slides through my wetness. “So fucking hot. Especially your cunt. Do you want me to put my cock there?”
“Y-yes!” I stutter, moving with him, working my hips so the tip of his head brushes my clit. It’s almost more than I can take. If I don’t come soon, I’ll die.
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes!”
“You want me to fuck you?” He doesn’t wait for my response before filling me in one deep, sharp thrust that drives me against the door. “Oh, yeah. So wet and ready,” he sighs, going still for a second. His breath comes hot and fast against my neck. I’d swear I can feel his heart beating against my back.
And then he withdraws only to impale me again. Again. Hard, fast, almost brutal.
And I love it. I didn’t know until now that I craved this. Or maybe it’s him, because I’ve been taken hard before. I always hated it, which makes me think it’s something about Luca that makes me want to scream until the walls crumble around us. He plays my body like an instrument he’s practiced all his life. This isn’t only about him. He wants me to feel good, too. Whether it’s all his ego or he genuinely cares, it doesn’t matter. Not when I’m about to come again thanks to him.
“Getting close?” he whispers, and I moan in response when it doesn’t seem like I can form words. “That’s right. Come on my cock. Let me feel it.”
“Oh… Luca… oh, God, yes…!” I sob out my release, then go limp when the first wave crashes over me. He holds me up against the door with his upper body while his thrusts dissolve into animal rutting.
He pulls out a split second before the warmth of his cum spreads over my ass cheeks. “Fuck, yeah… Delilah…” He collapses against me a little before pulling back. “You are too fucking tempting. Much more of this, and I won’t be able to get any work done at all.”
I’m counting on it. I’m counting on him becoming too addicted to ever send me away.
And then? I wonder if his rebellious little brother would mind me using him to get out of here for good.
Chapter Seventeen - Luca
“You wanted to see me?”
I barely glance away from my screen at the sound of Vincent’s sullen question. Jock’s advice has rattled around in my head for two days. My brother’s been out of sight, probably moping in another wing and sneaking down for meals when he knows I’ll be busy. Otherwise, knowing Nora’s soft spot for him, she might be taking food to his room. I don’t have to heart to tell her to stop—and it isn’t like I’m trying to starve him.
“I wanted to talk about the other night at dinner.” I turn away from the laptop in time to see him roll his eyes. “Unless that’s a problem.”
“I’m not in the mood to be reminded of what a piece of shit I am. If that’s all this is about, no thanks.”
“Who said that’s what I’m interested in?” This isn’t easy. I know what I have to say, but the words insist on getting stuck in my throat.
“All the years I’ve known you, for starters.” He makes a big deal of checking his watch. “Can we get this over with?”
“I wanted to say it’s good to have you home.”
His eyes flick over me while his mouth turns downward at the corners. “What’s the catch?”
“There’s no catch. You’re my brother, and it’s better having you here than wondering what the fuck you’re getting into on another continent.”
He folds his arms. “That’s not how you do this.”
I force myself to count to five as slowly as possible. “I don’t know what you expect from me. You might have jeopardized us by coming back. I wish you’d get it through your head that certain things need to be done a certain way. We could’ve planned to get you back here safely.”
“I’m safe now.”
“Would you listen to me, for fuck’s sake? For once, listen. Play along. Especially now when we’re unsure of what’s coming up the pike. Can you do that?”
He blows out a long sigh, but nods before crossing the room at a saunter. “Sure. I’ll play along.”
“I mean it. Continue laying low. Don’t take any risks.”
“I said I’d play along.” He pours himself a drink, shaking his head. “Why the insistence on beating a dead horse all the time?”
