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“Congrats to the team and to Lily. The car felt amazing this week. Really good job from everyone.”
I was the last car to pull into the assigned podium parking spaces. I hopped out of my car, did my classic window-washing dance, and then ran over to Lily, forcing her into a huge embrace. She hugged me back –tightly– and we started to jump up and down together. I’m sure to everyone we looked like giddy school girls, but I didn’t care. Valkyrie F1 had gotten a 1-2 finish. If I wanted to jump up and down like a schoolgirl, then I deserved to.
The podium celebration had to be my second favorite of the season so far. Nothing could beat winning Monaco, but standing up there next to Lily and my brother was truly breathtaking. When I came down from the celebration, drenched in champagne, I saw Luca standing at the bottom of the steps, likely waiting to give me the obligatory race-win kiss.
But as he picked me up in his arms and kissed me, it didn’t feel as obligatory as it normally did. Luca released me from his hold and smiled at me, giving me another quick kiss on the lips.
“So proud of you, Tesoro. So proud.” I beamed up at him, handing him the bottle of champagne so he could take a drink from it.
The rest of the day felt like a blur. After the celebration and media duties, Luca and I drove back together to the hotel to get ready for tonight. We had a few hours before we had to be at the Silverstone event that was being put on by the driver’s association. Since everyone stayed in Silverstone on Sunday, the FIA typically put on a driver’s gala and invited various VIPs and Sponsors to come and hang out with the drivers and team principals. Isabelle had made it clear that Luca and I were to be on time. Lily was to meet us downstairs promptly at 7 p.m. so we would be there for 7:30.
As soon as we got back to the hotel room, Luca hopped into the shower. I knew I should sober up a bit, but the bottle of champagne that Eric had sent to my room was too tempting. Fortunately, Luca had the foresight to have room service delivered, which I happily dug into as I opened the bottle of champagne, pouring both myself and Luca a glass.
After his shower, Luca walked into the living room with only a towel wrapped around his waist, hanging dangerously low around his hips. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sight of the Italian standing in front of me, but Luca pointedly ignored my hungry stare.
“Georgia, don’t you think you’ve probably had enough champagne?” hehalfjoked, grabbing his glass and taking a sip.
“Nopppeee,” I responded, popping the p at the end of the word. “I heard race winners can have all of the champagne that they want.” Luca reached over to my glass and took it out of my hand.
“I think you’ve had enough,” he said sternly, although the grin on his face told me that he was enjoying this. He placed the glass just out of reach on the coffee table, and I gave him a large pout.
“Come on, Luca, you’re no fun!”
Luca pulled me closer to him, and I put my hands on his bare chest. “Oh, I think you know I can be plenty fun, Principessa.” Something about that nickname always set my core aflame, and I tried to internally settle myself.Now was not the time.
“Well, you aren’t being fun right now.” I tried to put on a sultry voice as I pouted, but I suspected that I was failing more than I had hoped, especially after Luca just arched an eyebrow.
“Is that what my Principessa wants right now, hmm? Some fun?” I slowly bit my bottom lip, knowing how it drove him crazy, before nodding my head yes.
“Answer me,” he demanded. Luca was always the one to be in charge when it came to the bedroom, and as much as I hated to admit it, I loved it. But something about tonight made me want to challenge him. Instead of answering him, I shook my head no, walking straight into my bedroom as an act of defiance.
As I hopped onto my bed, taking off my shoes, I saw Luca approach my doorway. He leaned on the doorframe, a look of disappointment on his face, but I knew the game I was playing.
“I expected better from you. You know what happens to bad girls.”
“I thought race winnersalwaysgot rewards.”
“Only well-behaved ones,” Luca retorted.
“Fine, maybe I don’t want a reward from you, anyway. I’m sure I can give Élio-” Before I could finish my words, Luca was on top of me, his hands pinning both of mine down as his lips connected with mine in a ferocious kiss. A sly smile formed on his face as he pulled back, leaving me breathless.
“Oh, Principessa, how you lie. Éliott could never make you feel as good as I do.”
“Maybe we should call him and find out.” I knew my words were just going to piss him off more, but today, I loved this side of Luca.
Luca made quick work of taking off my polo and skirt, leaving me in just my underwear. He slipped my thong off and grabbed both my hands, tying them to the headboard. I wanted to play it off as if I wasn’t bothered, like I wasn’t interested in him, but we both knew that was a lie. I could feel the wetness grow between my thighs as Luca settled between them.
“Wearing a purple thong under that blue outfit, I see. So, you want to play games? Fine, we can both play games.” As soon as he finished the taunt, Luca dove straight into my core with his tongue. I let out a loud gasp, not expecting Luca to be quite so forceful straight away, but it felt amazing. He continued to work me with his kitten licks, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. Slowly, he let a finger sink into me.
“Luca… Pl…please.. another,” I begged him. The pace he set with his finger was teasingly slow, and I was feeling more and more desperate as Luca brought me to my release. As I could feel myself about to find that release, Luca pulled his finger and mouth away, leaving me completely hanging on the balance of what was about to be a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Wha- what was that for?” I demanded, my face turning red with anger as I tried to pull free from the restraints of my now-ruined thong.
“If you wanted to cum, maybe you should have called Éliott?” Luca said mockingly as he began to crawl back up my body, placing light kisses on my neck and shoulders. I wrapped my legs around him in response and tried to pull him down, but his body was too strong, and he didn’t budge.
“Please… Luca…” I begged. At this point, I felt like I was at a loss for words. My body was so worked up from the race, the champagne, and the almost climax.
“I think an apology is in order,” Luca demanded. I pulled once again at my restraints as I looked up at them, but Luca turned my head back to face him, a smirk now on his lips.
