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If it had been anyone else, I might have died of boredom. Luciano didn’t give me the chance because his hand slid down the front of my now open blouse. Everything about him makes my body tingle from head to toe, and I instantly heat up with an invitation. I wanted more. With him I always wanted more.
I knew that if I asked for anything, he would deny it. My punishment wasn’t just about me understanding what I’d done, but he was going to make my pleasure last so long that I’d be longing for relief.
This I understood on a basic level. I was ready for any and everything that he was going to do. The sexual tension had been building all day, and I was aching for a release even if it was with my enemy. He was wise to the art of torture, and he would apply into every aspect of his life.
My shirt hit the floor, and he reached behind to unhook my bra, leaving my nipples exposed to the air.
“Mmm, those perky little things look like they need some attention paid to them,” he mused and picked me up by the waist.
He threw me on the bed, laid himself over me, and took his time licking my nipples until they were taunt.
Each time his tongue hit the tip, fiery waves went through me as he grabbed the softer tissue, pumping up the entire breast with each lick.
“I’m just getting started,” he whispered as I moaned and began to writhe under him.
“I can take it.” The words came out even as I knew I shouldn’t have spoken them.
“Challenge accepted.” He smiled and slid off my pants, leaving my panties right where they were. “I just want to see how wet I can make you before you come for me.”
His hand trailed down over my stomach, and I couldn’t hide the shivers that his touch brought to my body. He could be firm with his touch, or he could feather his fingers and tickle their way over my skin.
With hands that had most certainly brought pleasure to other women, he knew just how to touch me to bring me close to the edge.
My breathing quickened, and I was ready to explode.
Yanking his fingers from my body, he backed away and smirked.
“Fuck you,” I muttered under my breath as my body wanted to find a release.
Luciano laughed at my reaction.
“So little to turn you on and get you worked up. What will happen when I try a little harder?” His head tilted appraisingly as he stood there and sipped a whiskey.
“I never thought I’d get a bedroom plaything when your father proposed the contract marriage. You might just be what I’ve always wanted.”
Unable to answer, I just glared back at him as my body was slowly pulled back from the edge.
I was still angry with his father, with my father, and all the things that were wrong in the world, but Luciano wasn’t the problem. In fact, he just might be the solution.
He stalked back over in front of me and began to explore my mouth. He kissed around the edges before using his tongue to delve deeper inside. My hand instinctively curled around him, drawing my body closer.
Abruptly, he pulled away, but I was rewarded when his tongue found my lower set of lips.
“Ah, yes. That feels amazing.” I ran my fingers through his hair and waited for him to keep going. Since I’d already been on the verge of coming, he re-stroked my fires with kisses. It didn’t take me long to be moments away from exploding.
His head shot up, and he quit touching me.
“How do you feel about salads for dinner?” He changed the subject completely and threw me out of the moment.
I shook my head groggily. “Huh?” I tried to catch up to his train of thought.
“Salads? Should they be served with the wedding dinner or on the side bar if someone wants one? Do we really want to force everyone to have salad even if they don’t like it?” His gaze watched me as if I was his prey. He smirked at me, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Side bar. It gives people an excuse to get up and mingle instead of being stuck at a table with someone they hate.” I scrambled to put coherent thoughts together. I wouldn’t let him think this was affecting me.
Certain that he was doing this on purpose, I tried to slow my breathing and get ready for the next onslaught to my senses.
Without warning, he reached down and slid his fingers into my very wet pussy. Soaked from almost reaching that spot of happiness, I was ready for him. I wanted to have his cock deep inside me, but for the moment, his fingers would do.
