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If I wasn’t wet before, I undoubtedly am now.
“So, are you going to accept you want me, and we’re consenting adults, able to decide what this is, or am I going to have to put you over my shoulder until you admit you want me, as you had at my cousin’s wedding?” I have a choice to make as he extends his hand to mine and waits patiently. “Contrary to what I just said, I’ll never force you. Even though I can smell the arousal of your body.”
Yeah, I’m done for, and when I reach for his hand, he pushes my body against the nearest wall of his office. “I knew this is what you wanted.”
I hate that he’s right, so fucking right.
* * *
The ride in his car with his personal driver is too long, and my mind screams this is a horrible idea. All the while he threads his fingers with mine until we reach our destination and pulls me into the elevator as my mouth opens to ask him a question. He covers it with one finger. “No talking. You want me to stop, you say red. It’s that simple. Got it?”
I give him a nod of my head, and he tilts his to the side. “When I ask you a question, you can speak. Actually, I demand it. It’s the only time you may talk.”
Why does this man get away with his domineering ways when every other man would have been knocked out with my left hook? Luca’s penis must be like a magnet, pulling me to him because I typically would never allow this. And first, he tells me to be quiet, then he’s what, expecting me to talk?
“Yes, I understand.”
He begins to say something and shuts his mouth. He leans down and drops a kiss on the bridge of my nose. “Now that’s my good baby girl.”
The elevator stops on the twenty-first floor, and he leads me down a modern hallway to a corner unit.
I cross through the threshold as he opens the door. The apartment has an open layout, and to the left of the entrance, the windows show the city is busy in the later hours of the night. The view is worth a million dollars.
To the right is a series of bedrooms off the hallway. He takes my coat off, then my jacket, leaving me in a white camisole.
My focus is on the view outside, but my hardened nipples have to be seen through both my bra and the white cami. His hands rest on my hips, and he spins me around, pushing me up against the closest wall.
His hand works the zipper of my skirt, and it pools to the floor, my bra and underwear is the only obstruction blocking his way. He twists my nipple under my bra, eliciting a moan that escapes my mouth.
“I’ve missed the sounds you make, Heaven.” He’s quick with stripping the last two pieces of clothing from my body. I’ve missed the sounds I make when I’m with him, too.
His tongue starts at my neck, working down until my nipple is in his mouth. Not sure how his constant contact stays on me, but I’ve learned Luciano is the king of pleasure.
“I want this,” he utters as his lips move over to my other nipple. His mouth takes a turn north to my own mouth. “I want this.” He drops to his knees. “And I want this.” He swipes his finger through my wetness. “Every part of you will take my cock or my cum.”
Luca’s words are dark, laced with desire. His lips part as he makes firm eye contact with me. “And now your entire mind is flooded with the idea of repeat performances, Heaven. Because I can’t imagine another night is enough. I need more of you, so fucking much more of you.”
He won’t let me speak to refute his claim, that this is simply for one last night, not that he’d listen. Luca stands, his hand around my back, and leans down to pick my legs up with his other arm. As if I’m a feather—which at almost six feet, I’m not. He carries me to his room, or at least I believe it’s his room.
He deposits me on the bed and crawls over my body. “You’ve got to know, Heaven, no one has ever been in my room. It’s how I know you’re special.”
I have questions, but I don’t ask, and I’m in a position I swore I’d never be in again, but I don’t care, because again it’s for one night only.
“Don’t move, don’t speak, unless you want any of this to stop. Say red, got it?” My hands are tied with tape that doesn’t stick to my skin, like the first time we were together and it keeps me secure.
“Is it my safeword?” I ask.
“Yeah, Heaven, it’s exactly what it is,” he answers, and I swear my body shivers with desire, a need to be touched intimately and explored with every part of his body. Our role-play is up a notch from our first time together, and I love it,but only with him, and only this one last time.
His finger moves to my nipple and he flicks it. It’s not hard, with very little pain, but it’s enough that bolts of electricity start from my stomach and shoot up my body.
“You like that, baby.” It’s a statement, and not a question.
“You’re a good baby girl. You know what I like and when I want it.” I open my mouth to speak, but I clamp it shut. “Your beautiful mouth can be used for many things tonight, but speaking isn’t one of them.”
Oh, shit. I would have slapped a man for less, but like most things, Luca gets a pass.
“I love you tied to my bed for me to do what I please.” His tongue starts at my navel, lapping up my taste. “Ivory skin, long legs to wrap around my waist, and a witty tongue—fuck, Heaven, the only thing better is when you come all over my dick.”
