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I mean, he had been good in my dream. I knew he had to be even better in real life. Luca just chuckled as I stared at him, his smirk growing larger on his face.
He leaned into my ear and whispered, “Oh, Amore, I’ll let you get away with not answering me this time as a reward for winning today, but next time I ask you a question, Iwillexpect an answer. Only good girls get rewards.”As soon as his breath hit my neck, I felt goosebumps go up my body. His words should not have turned me on as much as they did. I suddenly had images in my mind of Luca issuing me a punishment for not answering him, and all of the options seemed better than the next.
Luca turned his head back to my face and pressed his lips against mine. I took my hand and placed it on his back, pulling him closer to me, not that there was any need. Luca had my body pushed up against the wall, our lips still connecting in a feat of passion. He put his hands around my thighs and tapped them, a silent ask for me to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, which I happily obliged.
Luca turned around, opened the door, and headed straight to my bedroom. Soon, I felt my back hit my fluffy king-size bed, and Luca climbed on top of me, his arms on both sides, caging me in as he kissed me deeply.
I was a panting mess, and Luca took advantage of this as he pulled off my top. He looked up at me, asking silent permission to pull off my skirt, earning him a frantic nod of agreement, even though the back of my mind told me this was a bad idea. I silently shoved my concern deep down, choosing instead to ignore the nagging in the back of my mind.This was my race win, and I was going to enjoy my spoils.
Luca smirked and hooked his fingers around my skirt band, pulling it down rapidly. Before I could protest the sudden movement, he started to kiss his way up my leg slowly, paying attention to every mole, scar, and scratch he saw – kissing each one individually.
I felt his mouth get to my thong, and he pulled it aside, placing gentle kitten licks around my core – placing them everywhere except where I desperately needed him most. Luca slipped a finger inside my thong and tugged it down, pulling it off me and then flinging it across the room like a sling slot.
I rolled my eyes at him in annoyance, which was quickly replaced with pleasure as he went back down on me, pulling my legs over his shoulders as he worked his way back up to my core, his lips once again kissing slowly up my leg, my whimpers getting louder as he got closer to my core.
“Luca… stop teasing,” I demanded. All I heard was a chuckle from the Italian, but to my surprise, he gave in. His tongue slid up my entrance to my clit, and I sucked in a breath. I started to squirm from the pleasure, and I felt Luca's hand press down on my hips, keeping them in place as he stopped my movements. Unconsciously, I had begun to move myself on his tongue, hoping to get some additional friction, but to no avail. Luca had me locked down, and damn if it wasn’t making me even more turned on.
Luca began to pick up the pace, working me like he was a starved man who had just been presented with a feast. His tongue was fast and furious and then light and soft. He would do this up and down, driving me absolutely mad with pleasure. His rhythm was incredible, and when he sunk a finger inside of me, I was a goner. I was a moaning and panting mess, and I knew the bastard was enjoying every sound that left my mouth, but at that moment, I couldn’t find it within myself to care.
His mouth kept working me until my toes began to curl, and I could feel that electrifying feeling all the way down my body. I let out the most animalistic sound I think I have ever made as Luca sunk a second and then a third finger into me, sliding them in and out of me, hitting that sweet spot each time, all while sucking and licking on my clit. With a few more thrusts, I was cumming hard and fast. Shockwaves of pleasure were coursing through my body. Luca helped me ride out my waves of pleasure as he licked up everything I had to offer.
As soon as I came down from my high, I started to catch my breath and come to. I opened my eyes, and I saw Luca right above me, a hugefuckinggrin on his face. He pecked my lips and then stood up, backing away from the bed slowly.
I could see the huge bulge in his pants, and just as I was about to propose that I could help him with that, he uttered, “Now we’re even, Principessa,” with so much cockiness in his voice, he might as well have been the one who won the race tonight.
And now, for the second time in our fake relationship, I was left speechless. Luca put on that classic Cheshire cat grin, turned around, and left my bedroom.
Had the bastard planned this revenge from the beginning?Of course, he fucking had.I wasn’t sure if I was impressed that he had known his ignoring me would get under my skin enough for me to cave –or annoyed that I had fallen for it like a complete buffoon.
Both. It was definitely both.
Georgia: 2Luca: 2
ChapterThirteen
IF LOOKS COULD KILL
Luca
I woke up the next morning to my phone buzzing on the bedside table. As I leaned over, I saw a text from Henri pop up on the screen. Apparently, he, Éliott, Oliver, and Hugo were all coming over for a surprise brunch, and they wanted to know if Georgia was awake. Considering it was 8:30 a.m., I was surprised they were awake.Who wakes up that early after a race weekend?
Truth was, I barely got any sleep after last night. After I walked out of Georgia’s room, I hopped straight into the shower and finished myself off. It was nothing like Georgia’s mouth had been a few weeks ago, but it would have to do. It took all of my energy and self-perseverance to leave her room last night. When I saw her reach out to me, I wanted nothing more than to stay. I wanted to rip that bra off of her and make her see stars all night as a reward for winning. But in that moment, I let my pride get the better of me. I stood up and walked out, letting her know that we were even.
But we weren’t even.Georgia was all over my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, her touch, her lips. Even after last night, it felt like she was winning this game of cat and mouse.
It’s fine, I thought to myself,I have Majorca to regain control. Nothing but sand, sea, and Georgia in a bikini on my family yacht. I grinned to myself at that thought. She truly was beautiful, and I had most definitely selected Majorca so I could see her out in the sun, her beautiful skin on display. Before that, however, I had to survive the Maison de Klotho photoshoot, which had somehow turned into a GQ photoshoot, with Maison de Klotho sponsoring the clothes. The photos would be used in both the magazine and for the new clothing campaign. I had done several shoots like this for Hermes before, but this felt different. I would have to be constantly aware throughout this photoshoot, always checking over my shoulder to see who was watching me and Georgia interact. For the first time, we would have to be a couple for several hours in public.
In the paddock, we had to pretend to be a real couple, but most of the time, we were working or hanging out with friends or other drivers. It felt like we were rarely alone without strangers.
Still, a secret part of me deep down was pleased. For the first time, I would get an entire day with Georgia where she would have to act like my girlfriend. I had missed the opportunity all those years ago to make it real, so now I would have to settle for thefakething.
Another half hour passed before I saw a text from Henri alerting me that he and Éliott would be there in thirty minutes to get the brunch set up. Henri had told Georgia to be ready for a coffee date with himself, but instead he intended to surprise her by bringing in severaluninvitedpeople into her home.
I laughed at that – sometimes, I felt like Henri didn’t know his own twin. While Georgia was social with her friends, she also valued her privacy, and she never struck me as a surprise party kind of person, even if it was with close friends and family. Yesterday was exhausting, and if it were me, the idea of having several people sprung on me all of a sudden would be horrendous. Still, I wasn’t going to tell Henri that. If there’s one thing Henri liked to make clear, it’s that he knewhisPeachesthe best, and everyone else was literal dirt compared to him when it came to her.
Sometimes, I wondered if that’s why I wanted her to like me so much. I loved how much the idea of me dating her got under Henri’s skin. He hated the idea from the start. It’s why I loved to drop hints that maybe we were more. Henri was many things –a friend, included– but his propensity to always need to be first, his competitiveness, was also his greatest weakness.
After I hopped in the shower and got ready, I ventured out of my room. There was Georgia, sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee, reading the latest issue of GQ magazine. So, her team had finally told her that we would be featured in the next issue.Georgia looked ready to go out, and I felt some pity for her. Little did she know in all of two minutes, Henri and Éliott were going to come bursting through her door, followed by several other people, invading her home.
