"I’ll see you back home."
Luca nods without breaking our connection.
Massimo’s footsteps recede, the door snicks shut behind him, but still, Luca doesn’t glance away.
Tendrils of heat bubble under my skin. A yawning sensation opens in my belly. I shuffle my feet, then squeeze my thighs together. "I…" I clear my throat. "I think I should return to my room."
I turn away from him and take a step forward, when my wrist is caught, and I'm hauled back against him.
"I didn’t give you permission to move," he rumbles.
"I don’t need your permission for anything." I try to pull away from him, but his grip tightens.
"Do you know what it does to me when you struggle like that, Angel?" I risk a glance at his face, then shiver when I see his eyes hooded with desire.
"Is that another kink of yours, forcing yourself on women who don’t want you?"
His expression tightens. A nerve pops at his temple, then he releases me so suddenly, I stumble and would fall, except he rights me, then pulls his hand back again.
I want to say I’m sorry for what I said, but my stupid pride stops me.
He glares at me, then jerks his chin toward the door. "Go then, I won’t stop you."
I hesitate.
He firms his lips. "For fuck’s sake, leave, or I won’t be responsible for what happens here next."
His big shoulders bunch. His biceps flex. The buttons on his jacket strain, as if there’s a storm barely contained under his skin. He folds his fingers into fists at his sides, and the skin over his knuckles stretches white. There’s so much nervous tension pouring off of him that my throat goes dry.
"Luca?" I swallow. "Please."
His glare intensifies.
"Luca. I… I… " I squeeze my fingers together, and my new ring digs into the flesh of my palm. Pinpricks of pain steal up my arm, and my nipples tighten. "Luca." I glance away. "I—"
"What do you want?" He lowers his voice to a hush and every nerve-ending in my body seems to catch fire. "Tell me, wife, what do you want from me?"
Wife. He called me wife.A longing bursts to life somewhere deep inside of me. It bleeds into my veins, and spreads to my extremities until it feels like I’m a mass of melting need. "I want you to take my ass, and my pussy, and my mouth, all at the same time."
34
Luca
Her words slice through the last of my defenses. I’ve been trying to hold back since placing my ring on her finger. Hell, I even managed not to kiss her, knowing once I started, I wouldn’t be able to back down from consummating the marriage, and some still functioning part of my brain insisted that was the right thing to do.
Give her some space, let her come to grips with what’s happened. All of my best intentions had gone out the window the moment we were alone. I wanted to grab her and throw her down and bury myself inside her right away. Wanted to savor the feel of her skin, the scent of her, the taste of her, how it felt to have her trembling in my arms as she tried to curtail her need.
Then, she said the very words I told her she’d ask of me, and the last of my restraint shattered. My groin hardens, my thighs tighten, and that melting sensation in my chest spreads until it feels like I’m drowning in a sea of craving. An ache. A hunger. A burning that won’t be quenched until I’ve had her.
I bend and scoop her up in my arms. She winds her arms about my neck, then rises up and digs her teeth into my chin.
Cazzo!I feel the tug all the way to the tip of my cock.
"You don’t know what you’re doing," I growl.
"Don’t I?" She licks the skin she’s bitten and a tremor of heat shoots up my spine.
She buries her nose in the hollow of my throat. She inhales deeply, and a quivering grips me. My knees seem to tremble—they fucking tremble—and my bicep muscles tense. A fierce need sweeps through me until I feel I’m going to spontaneously combust. Whatever this madness is, I need to get it out of my system before it consumes me. I speed up, head for the door, and once out in the corridor, I turn and head for the main doorway and out of the house.