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Nothing teasing about the way he drives my overstimulated body to the edge.
I cry out as my back falls against the piano, hitting a few keys as I’m pressed against it. His eyes lift up to mine, and I whimper at the lust-filled look he throws my way, and it tugs at my heart strings just how much he’s willing to forfeit his desires for mine. If he’s feeling half of what he’s making me feel, I question how he’s able to hold on to his sanity.
I should . . .
I should do something, but I can’t gather my wits long enough to think past his touch. Before I can come up with anything, the man drops to his knees between my legs, and my eyes widen to saucers. “Luca, w-what are you—”
“I’m going to take care of you, princess,” he whispers, brushing his lips between my breasts and kissing a trail down my stomach. My cheeks flush when it registers what it is he’s going to do.
Seeing a man with as dangerous a reputation as Luca drop to his knees, eyes swimming with desire, is not something I ever imagined would happen to me.
“Just feel, princess,” he says sternly. “Let me take care of you.”
It’s reckless of me to fall for a man I will probably never get to keep, but how can I hold back when he says things like that?
Chapter Five
Luca
I did everything I could to hold back.
I tried to stay away from the one person who could possibly start a war among the three mob families. For close to a decade, the peace between families has balanced on a knife’s edge, and Katya… she holds more power than she understands.
I had no intention of touching her, but you know what they say about forbidden fruits. Touching Katya is the most reckless thing I have ever done, but I can’t stop myself.
Now that the line has been crossed, there will be no going back . . . ever.
Mine!
This time, me and the possessive voice at the back of my head are in complete agreement to claim this woman.
To hell with everyone else. Anton Berisha and Viktor Ivanov will have to pass through me first.
I’ve fallen so deep that I don’t see any way in hell I could ever resurface and go back to a life before her.
Her skin is velvety smooth against my calloused fingers. Years of fighting in the streets will do that to man, but my princess does not seem to mind the roughness against her skin.
In fact, it only seems to drive her wild.
Every caress of my rough fingers to her body gets a reaction from her . . . Every kiss I lay on her body has her stomach clenching and her legs trembling, but I intend to worship her until she forgets how much of a bad idea this is or at least ignore it, just as I am.
“Oh! Luca . . . I need . . .”
“What do you need?” I rasp, kissing a trail down her stomach, my cock aching so hard, it threatens to pop my zipper, but I plan on waiting. I will use every last bit of self-control I have developed over the years before unleashing, and when I do, I’ll make sure she’s ready to take me.
“You,” she whimpers, her elbow pressing on the piano keys, and the wild notes echo through the room. I look up, and when our eyes lock, there is no missing the desire swimming in her eyes. Her breathing grows choppier as she stares down at me, and I almost lose myself in those pretty green eyes. I groan deeply when her tongue sneaks out to wet her lips, the move so erotic I can barely suppress the need to thrust my cock between those pretty lips.
I want her!
No, I crave her like I never have another woman in my life. I’ve never had time for a relationship or even attempted one, too focused on making money and keeping everyone in line that my attraction to the opposite sex was always a secondary need. Not once have I thought of putting a woman ahead of my goals, but with Katya . . . I’m prepared to do that and more.
I’m ready to toss everything I have worked over twenty years to build for her.
“I’m going to take care of you,” I say, leaning down and placing a kiss on her stomach as I nudge her hips to open wider. Good Lord, she’s perfect. Up close, I see more details I missedearlier, and the slickness on her inner thighs has no right looking so goddamned hot. “You are practically dripping, princess.”
I circle my thumb over her drenched folds, parting them to reveal her slippery slit. She cries out when I drag my thumb through the valley of her pussy. My mouth pools with saliva at the thought of finally getting a taste of her, and her soft peach scent only tempts me further.
“You want me to clean this up for you, don’t you?” I tease, rubbing my thumb in circles over her clit, drinking up her expression as her lips part on a moan.
