"That’s what I thought." He places the paper bag on the side of the bed, along with his half-full bottle of beer. "It seems thatstronzo,Freddie, was onto something when he decided to lock you and me up in a room." He turns to me. "It’s why I have a proposition for you."
11
Luca
"Proposition? What do you mean?" She wriggles around, trying to make herself more comfortable on the bed. Her towel slips a little, revealing more of the curve of her tits. I watch, fascinated, as it stops just shy of revealing those ripe nipples of hers. Goddamn, if only I could get a taste. Why didn’t I bend my head and sample them earlier when I had the opportunity? Oh, right, I had been too taken aback by how beautifully she had orgasmed under my ministrations, that’s why.
"Luca?" She snaps her fingers. "My face is up here."
"Oh, I know darlin’, just trying to decide whether I’ll suck on your nipples or your clit the next time."
She inhales a sharp breath, and color smears her cheeks like blood dispersing in water. "There’s not going to be a next time." She pulls the cover up over her shoulders, cutting off the sight of her gorgeous chest. Damn.
"You and I both know there will be, Angel."
"Stop calling me that, and whatever your proposition is, I refuse."
"Don’t be so hasty." I lean back against the headboard. "You may find what I’m going to propose is the solution to all of your problems."
"My only problem is that I’m stuck in a room with you, again. The only thing that's changed is that there are no cameras in this space."
"Easily rectified." I reach under my pillow and pull out a phone, then open up the camera app and position it in her direction.
"What the hell?" She pounces toward it. I hold the phone up and out of her reach. "You bought a phone?" Her gaze widens. The cover slips a little, but her chest is still covered. Damn.
"At the service area, while you were freshening up," I explain, while keeping an eye peeled for a glimpse of her boob on the screen. Sneaky? Yea, a little—okay, a lot. Filthy? Maybe. But you can’t blame me. She has the kind of gorgeous body that’s made for being worshipped.
"That’s how you called your brothers?" A furrow appears between her eyebrows. "You had a phone all this time?" She slaps her palms on her hips. "And don’t you dare film me, Luca."
I lower the phone. "Oh, I’m not going to film the filthy things I can do to you; yet."
"Not ever," she huffs.
"It’s still early in our relationship. Give it time, and you’ll be asking for more than being filmed." I scratch my chest. "Also, this is how they're going to reach me. And now that they have my number, they'll be tracking us."
"Is that supposed to make me feel safe?"
"Being tracked by the Sovranos? You bet. Not even the FBI or the MI6 can do a better job of keeping us on their radar now."
"Fine, so you spoke to your brothers. They’ll meet us later. Then we can bid each other goodbye."
"No." I yawn.
"What do you mean, no?" She stiffens.
"You’re coming back to Palermo with me."
"I am returning to Palermo, but not with you."
"Yes, you are."
"Why would I do that?"
"You have no other way of getting out of the country, do you? No passport, no tickets, no money." I slide the phone back under my pillow. "Ergo, you need me, Angel."
She scowls. "So, you’re going to take advantage of the fact that I’m at your mercy?"
"You bet." I fold my arms under my neck and close my eyes. "I’ll be happy to loan you the money and make sure you get back to the theatre in time for the premiere of your musical, which is tomorrow."