Elusive.
Gorgeous.
He was everything I craved, and yet I never felt like I could have him. Luca was always out of my reach, untouchable in every way.
He tugged on my towel, and the fabric fell to the floor at my feet. His eyes traveled up and down several times before his eyes met mine. I stood there in silence, my skin humming with an electrical current as he inspected every inch of my naked body.
Luca terrified me, but not in the same way as Damian. I feared Luca because I knew if he ever let me into his closely guarded world, I would lose my heart. I would have given him everything.
We were both so fucking damaged, I felt a connection to him. Like he understood all the shit I’d gone through as a child. Like he could read my thoughts without even speaking to me.
His brothers had endured their share of cruelty, but Luca took the brunt of it. In some ways, we were kindred spirits. I wondered if he stayed away for the same reason.
As his long fingers glided down my bare arms, he looked as if he stopped breathing. Was this painful for him? Or did touching me like this torture him as much as it did me?
He cupped my right breast, rolled his thumb over the swollen bud. “Turn around.”
I did as he asked, breathing hard with my back to him.
He pressed his hand to my lower back and bent me over the bed. My skin sizzled with heat, igniting a fire wherever he touched. I hoped he would continue his slow exploration, but instead, he grabbed the dress. Draping it over his forearm, he leaned forward to brush my curls off my shoulder so he could kiss my neck. I nearly melted into the bed, biting my lip to stop from moaning.
Luca kissed my shoulder. “Time to get dressed, baby girl.”
I turned around to face him, and he lowered the gown for me to step into it. It hugged my curves like a glove. Luca moved behind me, staring at me in the mirror as he zipped my dress.
The silky black fabric had thin straps and barely covered my breasts. Not like it mattered. You could see my nipples through the fabric. A slit ran up the length of my thigh, the cut so high I couldn’t wear panties.
My body trembled when Luca pressed his warm body against my back, snaking his arm around me. “Don’t be afraid, my queen,” he whispered into my ear.
“What is The Mansion?”
I felt him smile as he pressed his lips to my cheek. “It’s whatever you want it to be, Drea.”
After I finished fixing my hair and makeup, he led me downstairs. His brothers waited in the sitting room, drinking from highball glasses. All three of them stopped talking when we walked into the room.
Bastian raised his fingers to his mouth and whistled. “Cherry, I’m going to devour you, baby.” He swiped his dark hair off his forehead and groaned. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”
Damian grunted his agreement.
Marcello leaned forward, elbows on his thighs as he drank me in. “I second that, princess. You look good enough to eat.”
“Let’s go,” Luca ordered. “We don’t have time to waste.”
He placed his hand on my back and led me out of the sitting room, headed toward the front door. His brothers trailed behind in silence. I could hear my heart pounding as we approached the limousine that waited for us out front.
Once we drove through the gates of the estate, Marcello grabbed a bottle of champagne and poured each of us glasses. Damian hit a button on the wall and a rap beat floated through the air, ridding us of the awkward silence.
Bastian slid across the bench and clutched my thigh, pulling me away from Luca. He lifted my leg onto his lap and spread my legs wider. “Already making my cock hard,” he groaned. “Mmm, this dress… I can’t wait to tear it off your gorgeous body.”
Luca must have been jealous, because he dug his fingers into my hips and moved me to his lap. One hand on my breast and the other between my legs, he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “Tonight, you’re mine, baby girl.”
I rocked my hips, rubbing my ass on his hard cock. “You gonna be nice for a change?”
He teased my wet slit, gliding his long finger between my folds. “I’m always nice.”
I laughed at his ridiculous statement. “You’re never nice, Luca.”
Marcello and Damian sat across from us. They looked like they were ready to pounce on me. Bastian adjusted the massive bulge in his pants, licking his lips.